Fire.

The lion roar, 

licking me with her delicate tongue. 

Burnt amber, 

rippling across our faces. 

Hair stands on end, 

like tree roots. 

Hands quiver. 

A gale blows through wilted leaves, 

giving strength to flame. 

Pleasure or pain? 

Paint drips. 

Brick sweats. 

Our gaze meets atop burning mountains. 

I want to stroke your mane, 

to touch your powerful heart. 

Feel the grasp of claw,

hold my deep red love.