Burning Nights

#8wordstory:
"On nights like this,
You're my favourite dish."

This wily vixen makes foxes lose their minds
She melts inferno and burns ice
She's wildfire in disguise
She'll take down the northern lights
She'll prance on you and you'll fall twice
She'll hurl your acrophobic heart to heights
She'll make you realise
That your insanity doesn't suffice
On violet velvety eiderdown and
crumpled pillows she resides
(Sultry thighs and sensuous sighs)
And on peppery nights
She'll call you her favourite spice
But once you delve deep into her aphrodisiac eyes
It would be your demise.