Blaze Your Fire
It’s three o clock in the morning,
Massaging her body while she is sleeping,
The rain is coming down, it’s pouring,
Covering her curves with my motion,
No words but our bodies are our language,
She’s got me caught up in her potion,
Tonight I might fall in her river and hopefully I won’t drown oh no,
Blaze your fire,
Burning desire,
Me and you,
All I wanna do is what the lovers do,
It’s three thirty in the morning,
The rain has turned into a storm,
Deep in my arms you will always be warm,
Our lips are in the mood for a dance,
Spirits connect deeply,
Take a chance for another romance,
She smiles as she wakes up to me,
Looks over at the balcony,
We hop out of bed and open the back doors,
Suddenly the lights are out,
Kissing me heavily, my arms wrapped around her waist,
As the rain pours down on our bodies, I couldn’t help but to know just how good she tastes,
She told me to hold on tightly and never let go oh no,
Blaze your fire,
Burning desire,
Me and you,
All I wanna do is what the lovers do.
Copyright © Mike Chris | Year Posted 2025
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