So awhile ago hammyton1776 asked if I'd write a color poem. Sure. Why not. Thanks so much for all of your guys' skins comments. It means a lot.

The red in the fire dances Swirling in heated curls
Lustful and warm she pulls you in closer
Wrapping you in her ruby flames
Till surrounded your head becomes

The Orange of the setting sun
And of bright fruits sweet as summer
Meld together in this writhing warmth
A careful dance for a sinner

The yellow in the flames, haunting the lower few
With wing of light it takes flight
And soars with a golden hue