Smoke Inhalation

We burn the bed sheets like evidence
Leaving ashes of passion as our fingerprint
Long kisses engulf short nights only God could stop

Fingertips patrol your body while my mind conspires arson
Bed posts scream, “FIRE! FIRE!”
But a stop and drop won’t extinguish these flames
Pulsating bodies are our only witnesses

The morning sunlight shows the scorched scene smoldering pink
We are fugitives hunted by the letters l-o-v-e
I’ve loved for less, but this accomplice is finally true