my love,
dance around the candles
allowing the flicks of fire to be your partners

sway your hips back and forth
following the rhythm of the flickering fire
allow yourself to be the main dancer in this play of fire

i'll watch from the front row
your beauty illuminating in this restless light

I write for quality
rather than quantity.

Once you grow up,
You're trapped.
It's best to stay young
and oblivious.