No lie in her fire

Coldplay: Lips like sugar

There is no lie in her fire
Boiling black diamond’s erupt

Simmering fierce
Basking me
With a primal heat
Driven
Longing to consume
Desperate to know
The heat
Radiating from my return

A ringlet of her hair softly falls
But the tender truss is merely a trap
Drawing my hand
The innocent brush of her cheek
Draws my eyes to her lips
So full
So ripe
So brazen with desire
The lean
The contact caught
In the inferno’s devastation
Of liberation
The language of the body
Unspoken
Affirms all
Consumes all
Eternity caught
In a frozen moment
The pulling
Of one to the other
The push
Of one against the other
And as
Burning caresses
Devour
I know
There is no lie in her fire