Monday, February 13, 2012
Okay, better late than never, right? I've had kind of a crazy weekend, so I'm turning the Saturday Centus into a Monday one. Hope Jenny doesn't mind! This time around we get to use 100 words plus the prompt, in red. The couple in this poem are soon to be wed, and they are enjoying a blazing romance... ;)
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Baby, your love is hot, hot, hot.
My heart’s a forest fire.
You’re so incendiary that
I’m burning with desire.
Your flame licks deep inside my soul
with tongues of torrid heat.
Your kisses crackle, snap, and pop.
They make my life complete.
You sizzle when I touch you, and
your handprint scorches me.
Spontaneous combustion is
That’s why I think it’s safer if
we change our wedding venue.
Baked Alaska, fine; baked wedding guest?
Not on our menu!
If the wedding was at the firehouse,
we’d all be safe, no doubt.
But is it worth it? Geez, what if
they put our wildfire out?