I meant to write about the fire
I swear I did
But you did something clever
And within you hid
As I watch it dance
I see only your hips
As I feel its warmth
I taste only your lips
If you're the fire
Then I'm the wood
That you devour
Just because you could
It's a pleasure to burn
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:26 PM UTC
I meant to write about the fire
I swear I did
But you did something clever
And within you hid
As I watch it dance
I see only your hips
As I feel its warmth
I taste only your lips
If you're the fire
Then I'm the wood
That you devour
Just because you could
It's a pleasure to burn
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