Fire & Air Poem by Bree Z Love

Those dreamy eyes
speaking languages, I can't deny.
Fuego, en esos ojos,
reflections of my own sol.
A story is told.
A passion deep as the burning pit
sparked fire, blowing winds lit.
Fueling my fire as your Air takes me higher;
as you journey through my layers.
My savior-faire bodacious King.
Languages and elements brings fullness
to a lustrous, spin on sexual desires.
We admire.
The compliance that lies within.
Our lewd temporal beliefs.
Embedded deeper than a red cherry blossom's
Bloom.
Empowered and eruptions,
Explode.
A million of stars flaming the air.
We do dare to look into a wanton stare.
Bringing an combustion in the Fire and Air.