The record player sits on my desk
I set the needle on the charcoal vinyl
Elvis Presley- Burning Love
Escapes the speakers
Ready to dance
The static retro crackle
Makes me want to live in the 1950's
Music loops around in my head

Sunshine illuminating onto my floor through the window
I dance as light as the clouds in the pool of sunshine
I smile
Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
And you light my morning sky
Burning Love

Spreading my arms out wide
My laugh bursts out of my corrupt lungs
Slipping past my crimson red lips
I breath the music
Notes carrying my body across the floor
Skirt billowing out around me
As I twist my summer hips back and forth
Music is melting into my mind
I spin faster
I am so free
So care free
So nostalgic

Burning Love
Burning Love
Burning Love
*Burning Love