The bonfire

We should make a bonfire
And throw everything we ever had
Into the mighty bonfire
Our precious moments
The promises we made
Memories of our secret places
The scents the words and the touches
throw them all into the mighty bonfire
Our clothes, we’ll throw them in the fire now
Our shame our respect and our guilt
we’ll feed it to the growing fire
Come dear, let’s make love on the sands
with nothing in between us
No respect no guilt no morals
Just two bodies mating and moaning