I wrote this about being in an intense relationship of deep mutual love, which is constantly on the verge of exploding (smoldering flames)into something even more consuming and passionate, or imploding into nothing. The protagonist is not sure that this new, deeper relationship could match the fire and beauty already in it, so he is constantly trying to keep it to this level, despite his base instincts threatining to overcome him. The issue is compounded by her fragile beauty and innocence, despite the protagonist, although unstated, being as innocent or as 'pure' as her. Personally, I enjoy 'fiery' relationships, as I feel that one of constant agreement is, as well as non-existent, in a word, boring. When you can see angry lust in their eyes, that's when you can see true love also. At least in my opinion. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and it made you think.