A Dreamweaver's Poetry (2017-2021)

Post #16, Dangerous Passion

"Do not play with her heart," his father warned. "Or she will surley burn you."

The son, however, did not listen. For,
He loved her
Why must he stay away?
He crept into her room late one night
And lay upon her, on her bed
She did not resist, for she loved him too
But their love erupted
Into a pationate embrace
As their love blossomed, she began to get hot
He felt it, and got hot as well
Hotter and hotter still, they got
Until they erupted into flames
She was a fire type, the flames gave her strength
But he was nothing
The flames dried him up
Untill there wss nothing but shriveled up bones.