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The Burn
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Feel the burn between my thighs,
see the desire in my eyes
upon which my love resides,
pining in quiet contemplation
for you to come release me.
you've gone and created the light
the flicker around which my heart it travels
supplying the beats you feel when up close.
You're the imagination I can touch,
me the fuse,
Come. come light me up
so I might feel the burn of your touch again
.
Feel the burn between my thighs,
see the desire in my eyes
upon which my love resides,
pining in quiet contemplation
for you to come release me.
you've gone and created the light
the flicker around which my heart it travels
supplying the beats you feel when up close.
You're the imagination I can touch,
me the fuse,
Come. come light me up
so I might feel the burn of your touch again
Published 16th Aug 2015
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