This little ball of fire was beautiful. Braided hair with colored beads at the end of every braid. Greenish, dark brown eyes, and light skin on her face, and dark, smooth skin on her body. Shy to begin with, barely cracking smile, until I asked her if she wanted to sit on my lap.
It was THEN that I found out how hot this little ball of fire was. She cuddled up, close to my body, resting her head against my chest. As we sat on the hard, church benches, the spot where her head rested soon was soaked. My arms were glistening, my head was dripping, and yet she cuddled closer.
Soon, her eyes started to get heavy, she turned in my arms so I was holding her like she was a little baby. That ball of fire turned into a heavy, sound asleep little ball of lead.
I don't think I would have ever thought that I'd want to hold a ball of fire, nor a ball of lead. But I'd do it again every night, as long as she could sleep peacefully.