water

With crimson hair aflame
through water made untame
She burns with sultry stare
to make our passions flare
as icy droplets slide
spinning down her spine
a tickling teasing track
'til she arch her back
then we are left to sigh
as lusty daydreams fly
And wish, and want
for that which won't

When wind blows
I hear sirens screaming

When water falls
I hear dreams ending

When life begins
I hear death coughing

Flame is gentle
in its path to making you
brittle
Slowly pulling away
the water from your flesh
to leave you cracked
and you'd bleed
if your blood wasn't
salty dust
and you'd cry
if tears could come
from sunken and dry
eyes