Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Fire Of You Makes Me Sweat

I wake in the night in the heat
My mouth is parched
December's winds blow through the trees
I am uneasy
I have an unquenchable thirst
In my sweat I realize
You

Such consuming passion
It's so hot
I push the covers to the floor
You're on the other side of the world
Please stop
I want to sleep with
You

What if you were in my arms
Would the world boil
Would the world come to an end
I think the volcanos
Of my world would spew lava
I would turn into a crisp ash
For the love of you

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