Analysis of The Fuel and the Fire

The fire is insatiable,
It eats the fuel, then tastes the air.
I feed it more, and more, and more,
Its belly never growing full, it consumes without a care.
Its hunger is incessant,
It can nearly taste my flesh.
Each dancing flame is reaching for
My scent, my skin, my breath.
I am fuel before the fire.
It’s never satisfied.
Its flames fueled by desire,
It yearns, it burns, and so do I.