Burning

Marvin Gaye Van Morrison Mashup- Let's get into the mystic

He knew.  She would giggle.  Grin... so demure.  At this song.  At this piece.  Yet he wrote anyway. 

Did she know?  Her beauty?  Not that which is merely physical.  The soft turn, the gentle rise of her breast.  The sway of her hips.  The fire that burned within, always seen in her most deadly attribute, her smile.  The precious purse of lips seductive turning upward.  The joy rapacious of her laughter.  Belting forth in a call to life.  Grinning eyes forever asking a question he wanted to spend the rest of his life answering. 

She was always the coquette.  Leaning against the car in the darkness.  Hiding nothing, with the promise to reveal all... if she only could... if he only would... pluck from her branches the fruit of passion, laying so low, so ripe. 

Her twisting turn.

Smiling.

Challenged.  Beckoned.  Longed to burn and be consumed in the passion.  Could she?  Would she?  Simmering fires burn fierce in the night.  Red coals flare as they show heat in a land of cold.  Inviting.  Come in.  Let the fire burn. 

The glancing touch...

The lean...

The touch of heated lips...

one...

to the other.

Let the fire burn.