The soft glow of my skin
The warmness of my smile
Beaming for all of you.

The sarcastic smirk upon my face
and the bite of my ruby lips
Shows for no one but you alone.

For them, I will give
my excitable nature.
My witty responses
and my songs of joy.

For me
I will give
Myself.
A true nature
A genuine look.

Do not take pity for me
as these personas hold deeper meaning

They are not facades.

They are all part of my chameleon soul.

The joyous reflection
of your smile
in my tangerine dreams.

Tangerine, tangling.

The dunes in your eyes
and the tributaries in your thighs
Never want to be seen.

Tangerine, my precious queen.

I never want to leave your scene
I'm happier than I've ever been
My heart will always glow marine
For you, I will scream:

"Tangerine dreams!"

Mine own lingering love,
like a fawn in a meadow
Lurking cautiously.
It hath no place here,
yet only here it is.

Mine own love lingers.
Like the echoes of a siren
present in a sailor's head.
A voiceless lamentation.

My love should not linger,
units of hurt,
of pain,
barrel down all at once.

A fawn, murdered by a crimson bullet;
A siren's song, questioned and forgotten.

They do not have lingering love,
they are hurt.

As am I.
But I do not care.
I only love

And my lingering love does not care.

You and your coldness
Yearn for my touch
And mine only.

The touch only I can give
The fire only I can ignite
inside of you.

Calor, calor.

The devilish smile of the blaze
Hell boiling
inside of us.
Between our love.

You are only cold.
Oh, how you need my warmth!
Oh, how you need my love!
Oh, how you need me!

Calor, calor.

My love burns.
Your skin
Your flesh

Down
to
your
bone

Burned.

Calor!

You cry
But the burning does not stop.
It must not stop.

I love you
As you love me.
Only.

Calor, calor.