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
27 March 2008
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SO legit!
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