by Barbara Combs Williams

Created on: August 10, 2009

He burned my heart coldly with his love made of ice
Touching me gently in places with a grip like a vise
I fell for the beat, the heat, I craved his cold fire
Until I could go no further but give in to his desire

Ice cold was his tone as he pulled me into his hot embrace
Surrounding me with flames of molten lava, frozen in place
Gone were my quibbles, my resolve to end this strange act
I gave in to his threats of enduring love, agreed to his pact

My palms were ice cold, frozen with hot liquid sweat
I tore up the heated letters he penned and unrestrainedly wept
He gave me pleasure of a kind that slashed deep into my soul
I had no idea that his blazing hot love could be so damning cold

He burned me up inside out with his freezing ice cold heat
Making me yearn for just a taste, stopping my heart in its beat
Thirsting for his icy breathe upon my steaming hot face
Forever his to control, myself lost, gone with no trace

I crawled, I fell but I leaped high into this cold passion
Giving up my ideals, my sense for this bizarre fashion
Fire and ice burns forever, together in our odd little dance
Leaving a burning cold blanket of desire steeped in trance

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