Her Dais of Fire

Her Dais of Fire
 
Firestorm of scarlet stare
Hair born to creation of earth
With volcano of lipstick
Burning a path across her heavenly face
Head tilted like a fascinated cat’s
With ruby tint for cheeks in full blush
Her eyes seek his Achilles heel
To topple kingdoms with beauty
Black velvet blouse of her sacred feline
River of carmine tresses flows down breasts
On its passage to male-born dreams
Captured in sparks of heated desire
Her turquoise amulet a flower of womanhood
But those blue marbles are pieces of fantasy
For her solar corona in blizzard of flame