Wildfire Poem by Mary Champion

I melt with desire
when I see the fire
that burns in your eyes,
longing you can't disguise,
when you look at me.
I feel special and it's heavenly.
But that's how it's seeming -
can't believe I'm not dreaming.
My heart rate has been elevated,
my passion can't be overstated
and I cannot describe what I'm feeling.
with my senses erratically reeling.
Oh boy, you have sure hit the spot
as your coin drops into the slot.