How I adore those fleeting moments Wrapped in lace and tender touches. Those intimate instances where the heart is flooded by butterfly kisses, and the body ignited by fire. I long for love's innocence By the voice you whisper late at night. I long for love's passion, By your lips pressed gently against my own. I long for love's warm embrace, By your arms when the world crumbles beneath my feet. But most of all, More than anything, I long for you. My love. My kerosene. I only wished, You longed for that love too.