Burning Desire
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher,
it takes a toll on my heart,
it nearly tears me apart.
People see angel wings,
I only see other things
like acid laced lips and,
hellishly curving hips.
Sweet colored eyes and soft cooing lies,
She's a dark lady,
she can't take me,
she won't break me.
She's a devil.
She's not cupid,
I'm not stupid,
She's fire.
Sounds good in my ear,
so close I don't fear,
she's a lyre.
Like a beautiful melody,
she steals all my memories,
she's inside my head, made me wish we'd gone to bed.
She's a burning desire,
so softly, I tread.
Nearly close to heaven,
but got dragged down instead.
So far deep not even,
God can save me.
She's got her eyes locked on my soul,
If I knew her,
she'd never let go.
She's a dark lady.
So i think this is it,
She's got her lips on mine,
and tasting so divine,
I guess I'll stay while,
have her kisses take me for miles.
I can't see the light,
even with all my might.
I lost this war,
She's won for sure,
and suddenly heaven closes their doors.
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