Fiavors

In realms where words unfold, I'll weave a tale,
A verse to ignite tongues with passion's blaze,
"Bring your mouth come alive," let's not assail,
But let thy taste for fervor now amaze.

With fiery fervor, let our words take flight,
As phoenix wings in ancient legends soar,
Let every syllable, ablaze with might,
In kindle of desire, forever roar.

To set your mouth on fire, I shall provide,
A feast of imagery, sublime and grand,
Words kindling flames, like stars that fiercely glide,
I'll paint a portrait, vivid and unplanned.

Come, taste the essence of a scorching sun,
Where vibrant spices dance on fervent breeze,
Each sentence like a fiery kiss begun,
A symphony of flavors, if you please.

Let metaphors alight upon your tongue,
Like sizzling embers in the darkest night,
The blaze of similes, unsung, unsprung,
Shall spark your palate with sheer delight.

From sonnets of chili, a rhapsody,
To verses brewed in amber of cayenne,
I'll craft a tapestry, in poetry,
That spices words and stirs the hearts of men.

For literature, my friend, has the profound,
To fill your mouth with fire, and make it sing,
The words shall dance, in eloquence unbound,
And to your senses, pure enchantment bring.

So come, embrace the flames that words inspire,
And let your mouth be kindled by desire,
In great English literature's radiant pyre,
Find solace, bliss, and tongues set on fire.