kinda hot

Like when

A softly glowing ember

Fell in love

With a dancing flame,

She advancing all bright shades

Letting her headdress rise 

As smudges or tendrils

Or rippling, trembling air

While he was like the fringe

On the ever expanding train

On such raiment

As was her entire form,

Such stuff was scorched

Material, velvet as a crow,

Consumed by her mere presence

That allowed him to smolder on,

Slow burn

To aid when she need ignite.