98 Degrees of Cold Memories

Longing for the warmth I felt in your bed
Ninety-eight degrees higher than under these lonely linens
One-hundred more than when your arms and legs captured my soul
I would do anything to fold back the sheets of lost time
To return to the love nest you so carefully made
To weather the storms of passions feverish rains

Until I fell when I thought I could fly
It felt too good to be true, so were we living a lie?
But now I see everything in a new shade of midnight
Where darkness blankets everyday of my empty life
If only I could feel your heart beating next to mine
And see your figure rising over my silhouetted skyline

I should not want to be with you tonight
I know better than to so easily give up the fight
With the attraction between opposing charges
Potential rising as the differential discharges
The friction of addiction reached the boiling point of our hearts
Until raw manic obsession inflamed us to part

We were the thunder and lightning colliding
The fearsome electricity of  lovers combining
Though the scars and the stains will always remain
Those are not the reminders that torture my brain
It's the wanting to get back into your burning bed
No matter the fever or cost to my passion filled head