A yellow headed stranger with a five-letter name
Stole my flaming kisses without any strain.
He held fire in his hands
and made it course through my veins.
His eyes told me that I was his only flame,
So bright that at night we lit the streets like butane.
Pressed hard against his burning skin;
Tongues of fire dance within.
Completely consumed; his love was thick as sin.
Everyone must know how violently bright we glow....
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