fiery

She was the kind of eleganceThat would never tarnish. A mixture of lace and mesh, Like a classic heirloom that begged to be worn.She was sharp intellect and quick wit.The type of woman that spoke her mind,Even if it shook.(Or even if no one was listening.)She was beautiful.But not someone you__ see in magazines, Her hips were too wide, her hair a mess of wispy tendrils, (Rather, she was actually very ordinary.) My, was she stubborn! She__ drive you mad!(Sometimes, you__ probably call her crazy.)But mostly, her laughter was a joyful moments. Like a warm towel fresh from the dryer,Or finding a twenty-dollar bill in your winter coat.And that was the true revelation.That magic does exist, It ran through her like a wild, fiery current.

And worse, far worse _ he wasn't just kissing me. He was making me like it! And he was somehow, by some nefarious chauvinistic manly trick managing to make me kiss him back!

Then don't you dare tell me my dreams are insane! Because my dreams are what I live for!

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love and patiently wait for an awakening ...

A fiery spirit bursts from your soul.

Starlight encased in flesh. Fire burning in so much water. Poetry living in hard spaces. oh, how the body loves

A sunset is the sun__ fiery kiss to the night.

Then I remembered how she was - fiery, ruthless, smart, and despite herself very caring, not a person who hurts anyone.