Love is spicy, not for the faint of heart,
A fiery tango, tearing passion's chart.
Not bland and mellow, a predictable beat,
But a wild habanero, with a searing heat.
The First Sizzle
A stolen glance, a spark ignites the soul,
A simmering heat, taking its full control.
Adrenaline pumps, a quickened, racing breath,
A yearning gaze, that whispers tales of death...
Of dying for a touch, a scorching kiss,
A stolen moment, pure, unbridled bliss.
Love's spice explodes, a tingling on the skin,
Leaving you breathless, wanting to jump right in.
The Flavorful Conflict
Sweet compliments, collide with playful jabs,
A fiery banter, leaving emotional scabs.
Jealousy's flare, a jalapeño's sting,
A possessive touch, the power it can bring.
Misunderstandings, hotter than a chili night,
Harsh words exchanged, fueled by burning might.
Tears like cayenne, blurring the vision true,
Love's fiery dance, a painful, burning brew.
The Slow Simmer
But like a curry, simmered slow and long,
Love's complexities, begin to right the wrong.
Forgiveness offered, a cooling, soothing balm,
Understanding found, replacing the alarm.
Compromise, a secret spice we add,
A touch of patience, no longer feeling bad.
Respect simmers in, a balancing delight,
Love's tapestry woven, ever burning bright.
The Sweet and Savory Dance
Passion reignites, a chargrilled, sizzling spark,
A fiery embrace, leaving its burning mark.
Laughter like laughter, a cooling, calming lime,
Love's fiery tango, finding its perfect rhyme.
Intimacy blossoms, a complex, layered taste,
Sweetness and heat, a love that can't be erased.
Vulnerability shared, a trusting, tender touch,
Love's burning embers, meaning oh so much.
The Aftertaste that Lingers
The fire may simmer, but the warmth remains,
A lingering spice, coursing through your veins.
A love that challenges, pushes you to grow,
A constant zing, a fire you both know.
Love is spicy, not for everyone to share,
But for those who dare, a love beyond compare.
A fiery journey, with twists and turns unknown,
A scorching heat, a love to truly own.
The Final Course: A Hint of Smoke
But even chilies, lose their heat with time,
Love's embers fade, a fading, smokey rhyme.
Memories linger, like whispers in the air,
A bittersweet reminder, of love's fiery flair.
Yet even ashes, hold a hidden spark,
A chance to rekindle, in the coming dark.
For love is a fire, that can always return,
A spicy adventure, a lesson you'll learn.
So let love be spicy, embrace the burning thrill,
The laughter, the tears, the passion that can kill.
For in this fiery dance, a truth you'll surely see,
Love is a complex spice, that sets your spirit free.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.