Wild like a Fire
She is wild like a fire
What to say about her attire
She is wild like a fire
She wears burning red lipstick
Wears the least makeup to look mystique
She wears a see-through gown
It makes me fret and frown
She flutters here and there like a butterfly
Dances without feeling shy
Every day she looks different
Every day she wears a new scent
Every day she ignites my desire
She is wild like a fire
When I try to hold her
She says, laughing bye my dear
She is my dream, my desire
She is wild like a fire
From my upcoming Poetry book. Honey & Milk – Obsession
