How was I to know this tiny spark would spread like wildfire.

He was wildfire and I wanted to burn.

His look his touch his heat spread like wildfire through me.

A wise man did not pour wildfire on a brazier. Instead he poured a fresh cup of wine.

You are not a gentle flower who spends its whole life in a greenhouse. You are a wildfire, Lark. A wildfire.

She lit wildfires inside my soul and fanned them with hurricanes.