Soft, seductive lips
Wavy, crazy hair
Crystal, blue eyes
He looked at her
Winked a smile, and whispered
“Come on baby, light my fire”
She was an L.A. Women
A rider on the storm
A silent killer
Without hesitation
She set the night on fire
Swaying around like a snake
Her hair swinging from side to side
Joyfully playing with her hips
He closed his eyes
To live the moment
And in that blink of an eye, off she rode
Riding into the Indian Summer
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Shana Abela
Rain of Sunshine