Passion's Frozen Flames
Your eyes…
Icy blue…
Let me be frozen in ice,
With my breath visible against my lips
And kiss them.
Let me be trapped in the flames,
With lips parched for water, for life,
And kiss them.
Warm me.
Freeze me.
Capture me in this endless cycle.
When I burn, let me burn,
And when I freeze, let me freeze,
And kiss me.
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