Fire and Ice

She’s not one
To open her soul.
Not quick to let you in.

But when she does,
It’s endless nights,
With music
And dance.

She’s the devil in
A red dress,
Or an Angel with
Gossamer wings.

To be in her light,
Is to be bathed
In Summer’s warm
Glow.
The second it touches
Your skin,
You feel alive,
Untamed and without
Restraints.

She makes you feel
Like you’ve never been
Loved this before,
And hopefully never will.

Because she is fire and ice,
Mystery and freedom,
Shadows and starshine
And you long for another
Trip around her sun.

©KVP
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Prompt: “Let You In”
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