When you kiss me
My lips heat up,
And when you touch me,
Your fingers leave fire in thier wake.
How can something such like pain
Feel so pleasurable?
I know I'm playing with fire.
I'd gladly take the risk of burning,
Turning into nothing more than ashes,
And the resulting despair
If I could,
Even for a second,
Feel the euphoria again.
My lips heat up,
And when you touch me,
Your fingers leave fire in thier wake.
How can something such like pain
Feel so pleasurable?
I know I'm playing with fire.
I'd gladly take the risk of burning,
Turning into nothing more than ashes,
And the resulting despair
If I could,
Even for a second,
Feel the euphoria again.
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