Fire
You ignite my sense of passion
Something we all lack
Desire is burning a hole
And I am a pyromaniac
Let the bell take its toll
More fodder for the fire
The bartender says "last call"
And the way you move sparks my desire
So the night is crashing down
As we all open Tinder
And we all leave with just another
Night to remember
Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2016
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