PINK LADY

She was femme fatal. She would take everything from you. No. You would give everything. Like moth drawn to flame, her glow promised comfort, warmth, a reward for your surrender.

And for the briefest of moments, you would relish in her passion. Right before her fires consumed you. Leaving you ashes in her wake.

And yet this violent delight would not be denied.

It burned low and hot. Unending.

'Demanding.

Respite would only be found in the fury of her furnace.