You always smiling that big beautifull smile,
Smoke pours through your nose Dances its way acrros your lips,
Your heart like your eyes eternal fire,
our souls screaming in the tight rythm of passion,
wich rose like a need, in our late conversations,
Talking all night of love and philosiphy
all night about nothing at all
our eyes and hearts lock
but our touch carefully avoided
as we both know
Playing with Fire always burns.
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