I felt him through my skin,
I knew he started a fire.
The second we've touched,
Our bodies interacted,
Our lips engaged,
Leaving the other dripping the taste of honey.

I might lose control,
Stains of juice are on the floor.
Now my candle must burn,
Your only heat will start its spark,
No other match will light my candle.
The burn inside of me never felt so good.

Don't you ever leave,
Don't you make it stop.

By: Zoulaikha