You can hardly control it.

You won't see it coming.

You only see the ashes of armour you built around you floating away.

That's when you feel the fire that's been stoked deep within the chambers.

With every beat, the ambers of attraction are fueled.

The heat rushes like a wave over your skin.

The sweltering fumes lighten the soles of your feet,

and you feel like you could drift away.

But you must stay grounded.

You must not let passion swallow you in unquenchable flames.

Lessons learned rush in to quell burning thoughts of premature deeds.

Sobering reality lowers the temperature of scorching flames of excitement.

Dignity dialsback the blinding desire to go all in.

You know have to watch the clock this time.

Willl you burn to ashes?

Will you keep the fire stoked?

Will you cover the flames and watch them choke?

Passion is a fire that you command. Not it you.

But it will no be commanded easily.

You must approach it with patience. It always burns brghtest when it begins.

Be sure not to stand too close.

The smoke from the flames will make it hard to see.

Let it burn.

And burn.

And burn.

Watch what it burns down to. Then make your move.