Oh how I miss your flame,
the fire born from passions mixed.
The heat flowing between us,
the radiance in your eyes.
The sweet taste of that passion on your lips,
and the heat radiating from between our hips.
How every movement created another spark
illuminating that room in the dark.
The feel of your skin catching fire,
continuing to feed my burning desire.
The desire for you:
She who hides in icy caverns.
The bluest ice anyone has seen,
and the coldest looks anyone can bare.
All this time has passed,
and still your beauty has not been surpassed.