Fire of Temptation
Fierce is the wind fueling the flame.
His raging fire has not a name.
A young girl, I am, with purity of heart.
My innocent spark exposed from the start.
The heat of his fury scorches in temptation.
Passion shall not lead me to eternal damnation.
Trapped and consumed by his fiery gaze.
Am I but a fool to chase the smoldering blaze?
My tender words blow in the stormy wind.
God, please forgive me for I have sinned...
This penetrating firestorm, I cannot contain.
Alas, only ashes of my heart will remain.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 12,2012
for Fire Contest (Rick Parise)
Second place
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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