I will wait forever,
for you to burn on fire.
You're doing it now,
with flaming desire.
You make my body tense,
and a little bit stiff.
If you were waiting at the top,
I would fly up a cliff.
All that I need,
is to be in your vision.
For the rest of my nights,
that is my mission.
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