The smoke, not the fire,
Got in my eyes;
The idea, not my brain,
Lives on outside;
Our love, not the heart,
Allows us to thrive.
Long will we live
Long after we die.

I can’t help but think
that one day you will
love me unconditionally,
that you will console me
so lovingly, so seductively,
turning up your game,
putting it down,
rubbing me down,
letting the **** in you
tantalize my humanness.

I can’t help but think
that one day you will
feel me so willingly,
knowing that I never
stopped loving you
from way back when,
that kept fire burning
just for your fervid heart,
waiting for you
to come to your senses
and see that it was always me
that you needed in your system.