Sonnet 1: Fondness for Fire

I burnt my hand
It stings like I never knew it could
Perhaps it comes with the fondness of fire.

You take my hand and look at it
Your laughter then crackles in the silence
While you tell me how much of a baby I am

yours
In the orange glow of the fire
Your hands grazing my body
Steadily fanning my passions to life.
My skin aches for your touch
And my soul longs for more of you.

Our shadows dance on the walls.
Our shadow dances on the wall.