Veils of Red

Fire passion in veils of red
he burns; tearing away
shadows of illusion,
of deception.  Fingers of
flame beat against
my skin, through my hair,
heat against my lips
inside my stomach,
through my aching heartbeat.

He shouts and scorches
my soul, but, oh Suzaku
don't let him- please let him-
blaze his way through the
walls of wave I have built,
the flood of cool, clear water;
my only protection against
his unwavering storm of
red heat that
presses through me in
rolling waves of
steam.