It struck me, like the heat underneath
my palms and the love we shared
under the glare, beyond the beats
I long to feel, now snared.

Wish the clock can stop its tick
with roses, thorns, and ******
the heat, another magic trick
going deep, going quick, a strong kick

is fading. yet I ravish you today
with a kiss, or a bliss of bites
with a tease, or a wistful play
a fading, yet no regret.

for I loved you like this heat
with its embrace and curse
I loved you for the beat
but the water quenched my thirst.