Internal combustion enginer, a poem - we learned about writing poems in creative writing class so I thought I'd try it out, go on it's ok to laugh!

Internal combustion engine

At first the warmth of her smile,
fleet of foot but heavy of fall,
a treasure that required the tease,
the work insignificant to the reward.

Then came the heat of her body,
her passion igniting my soul,
not too hot to handle,
merely part of the whole.

Finally her inferno of love,
burning away any doubts left,
fusing my being to hers,
smouldered with an everlasting fire.

Spark to an eternal torch,
warming my spirit for scores,
sometimes it's a slight flicker,
and sometimes a bright flame.