Firestarter
Call it, passionate fire
some say its madness
insanity becomes enjoyable
when you consider the mischievous pantoum
Some say its madness
french kissing you turns me inside out
when you consider the mischievous pantoum
twister becomes a pleasurable game with you
French kissing you turns me inside out
call it, passionate burnt blues
twister becomes a pleasurable game with you
like a ready match lighting the fuse
Call it, passionate burnt blues
green eyes encircle you sage Red Riding Hood cues
like a ready match lighting the fuse
the love hungry Wolf calls to its moon
Green eyes encircle you sage Red Riding Hood cues
don’t get me started, its incorrigible fun flirting with you
the love hungry Wolf calls to its moon
there, the Sun rises, inside those passionate burnt blues
Candide Diderot. ‘24
the devil's in the details...
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