While the three elements br of any significant fire, br oxygen, heat, and fuel, br create flashovers cruel, br the complete explosion br of everything in the room br at 1500 degrees and at a rate br of 37 feet per second, br my soul bursts into flames br at a slower temperature br than even the famous 451 degrees br at which paper begins to burn. br br And yet this slow moving burn seems to me br just as infinitely hot and all consuming br of my over acute senses as any flashover, br and the mere presence of a confident woman br such as yourself causes my temperature br to slowly rise into the danger zone. br br You of passionate heart, exquisite mind, and lithe body br have me all aflame, and nothing is ever going to put me out.