Untamed Flame The door is locked. The room is half-lit. The mirror reflects my golden, tattooed body, ready to lose itself in itself. I throw myself onto the sheets, my fingers sliding like embers over my warm skin. Each touch is an invitation, a game that only I know how to play. My parted lips let out a sigh as pleasure begins to take over me, slow, intense, irresistible. The night outside doesn't matter. The world disappears. There is only my body and the delicious fire that consumes me... again.