The Fire Inside

Man wandered the whole day in the scorching sun In the forests and valleys in search of food Suddenly he noticed the spreading darkness Still his stomach filled only half, his stone mace at hand Ran fast to the safety of a cave.It was cold and thought he, maybe the fire is still alive in his cave, but quite further away. Fear, no, dread warded off his sleep He was still awake when moon slowly rose. In the cold wintry night, he ran through the moonlight To the warmth of his cave, where he had his fire live. To his utter dismay, he found the cave occupied Fear gripped him again, is it a tiger or a lion? Without making a sound he entered the cave And pounced upon the occupant, Landing a heavy blow on it with his heavy mace He landed on something soft and supple, And it got up with a wild cry, trying to get away, But he would not loosen his grip for his life. In the faint moonlight and warmth of the dying embers, he saw it was a woman. And it was a woman he longed for. She fought to free herself from his firm strong arms And then all on a sudden, she gave up and smiled at him Her lips searching for his and he warming up to her. Moon, not wanting to ogle at them, hid her face behind her veil.