That Little Fire [Poem] by Misty Rampart

fire-girl

That little fire
That little fire within me
He controls, to fan
Or douse with a single
Word or look or touch.

That little fire inside me
Is really just his to toy
With, to make me squirm
And scream with jealousy
Or joy.

He can pinpoint it
Every time
Right on the money.

It makes me weak
It makes me sad
It makes me his
And I wouldn’t have it
Any other way.

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