In her soul a fire burned to be quenched by sex. She decided let it burn, drive her to her best. She had men who touched and pleased, gave delightful thrills. But that touch dulled her edge, weakened needed will. So she let her bed be warmed by dreams and not by men, Saying no with some regret, and let them wonder when She would favor one of them with a night of bliss, When they’d touched or danced and sung or shared a single kiss. Though she worked and kept her head, men did not retreat. They would not take no as no, turning up the heat. Made her laugh, and made her run faster in her way, To become the best she could first, before she’d play. When in time, she had her dreams solid and secure, She looked around. Had any man endured? Some had left, but one was still trying for her heart Wishing for that night of bliss when they would not part. For the fire in his soul demanded more than sex, Burned for her to be a mate, drive him to his best. Yearned to touch her deep inside, have her do the same, Yearned to share the glow inside, yearned to fan the flame. Now the fire in her soul needed more than sex, Needed him to be her mate, drive her to her best. She would touch him deep inside, have him do the same, She would share the fire inside, love had fanned the flame.