Fire And Desire Poem by Amy Collins

The color of her hair
The color of her soul
The color
Red was a fiery color
Then I met her
She put my fire out
It never burned for any other
She had me
When she said hello
Was it her lips?
The soft pic
Was it her tone?
Was it jumping her bones?
Touching her flesh
The way we both caressed
The color of her soul
The color of her lips
The color she made me feel
I never felt so warm
Was her fire growing?
Was it inside me?
Was it holding me in place?
So I would stop the chase