Silly Boy
Silly boy, you play with fire,
And turn it into your desire,
Please, let me take those matches out of your hand,
You will hurt yourself, do you understand?,
The light will draw you in so deep,
That you will toss and turn in your sleep,
The passion will work its way into your heart,
It will be all that you think about, and will catch you off guard,
You won't expect from a tiny little match,
The passion that will grow and the feelings you'll catch,
So I'll warn you ahead of time, if you dare,
That the heat of this fire will strip you down to your underwear!
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
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