She was the fire
I was the yellow fog lining the skies
Crusting on the window of those ruby eyes
But, my heart never saw the light
Instead, I smoked away her lip-stained cigarettes
Making small banter about our ***
We could pillow talk through the night
Instead, we went ahead and brought up a child
She lit a fire in my soul
We made love, as I poked the coal
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
She was the fire
I was the yellow fog lining the skies
Crusting on the window of those ruby eyes
But, my heart never saw the light
Instead, I smoked away her lip-stained cigarettes
Making small banter about our ***
We could pillow talk through the night
Instead, we went ahead and brought up a child
She lit a fire in my soul
We made love, as I poked the coal
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