What caught my eye first was her mask. It was gold save for the gentle touches of red. It only covered the top half of her face. Her lips matched the blossoming accents. Next I noticed her hair, a fiery ocean cascading against her shoulders. I maneuvered through the room like a man possessed. She glimmered in and out of my sight. When I reached her, I grasped her wrist to prove to myself that she really was in front of me. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch. For one dance, she was mine. We whirled around the room amidst her flames. When the song ended, she vanished like a flicker of the flame.
Prompt: The Girl in the Golden Mask