Visuals of fire shocks

             The roaring of rumbling fire shocks my very
soul. Shaking, quivering the warmth of liquid. Just placed
onto the right points.

            Oh how heady the heat is. Formed and controlling.
Still the comforting of senses just need to be heard.
Clarity of depth and definition the soul opens.

          Experience the one shiver that echoes inside
me. Holding tightly until the eyes close for slight
memorization. A sigh gathers as the thoughts become
unending and visuals rage.

          Hearing the words of simple parts of joy ooze
from my lips. Indeed I am grateful for one lasting
rumble.

          Only to know there is so many possiblities given
if any opportunity arises. Hmm. So clear if necessary.

         So here I sit in charcoal gray and denim hoping
the warmth increases. The tingling of pressure and
lots of laughter. Oh indeed this will be fun.

        So my dear friend, I hope you feel the levels being
shaken, poured and warmed every second more. Can
you imagine the weight that echoes? Searing my
soul with all that is necessary?

     Oh I hope. Now I smile.