RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 38)

You are Fire.

When you touch me I feel my skin burn

Your look has a light that I love

I walk towards you, so I must walk on coals

You have an aroma that makes my temperature rise

I want your mouth no matter if you burn me

You burn me, you take me to heaven

You make everything inside me explode

I don't deny that I'm afraid of being submissive

But your fire and your power make me wrap

I'm stuck in your bonfire and I'm happy

Because you burn me as I always wanted.