Pointless

A hot bed of coals he was.
A fiery, burning ember of sin.
She wanted...no, she
pined to let him in.
But the voice in her head
said no, he wouldn't be
strong enough to contain
the savage wild child
that played just under
her surface.
A hot bed of coals
would only suffice
for a night
before it simmered into ash.
She needed more than that.
She needed a firm
footing that never
buckled, never fucked off
and was never insulted
by her brazenness.
She needed a sustainable
ember of sin.
One with thick skin
that didn't wear
lacy panties.
A hot bed of coals he was...
but he would never
survive her fire.