There instilled in the fires place
a lesbian has met her match .
In fear she hopes
not to burn her blushing spirit
in Her Dance of Fire!
take hold her burning flame
thou are fully at rest in her healing sweat
Gaze into her smoldering blaze
And hear her crackling whispers
that awaken passion and warm their naked spins
Touched by the lesbian match infront of her
she ends the brightness of her fire to smoldering
wood and fumes to darken ashes
The lesbian match curls and lay
in wait for thou bonfires
Her Dance of Fire!
ŠVivian M Muska, April 1997