Live with each spark we make.
Second by second.
Live with each spark we make.
There’s no need to rush.
There’s no absence between seconds, only between embraces made minutes apart.
We let ourselves get wrapped up in the throes of separation.
I miss you & all the little things.
From day to night our senses take flight until we meet again.
Sometimes I just need you to slow it down.
Second by second.
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Are you the moth or the flame?
Is it really, all the same?
Do you wanna get away, but keep getting drawn towards the searing heat?
You’ve gotten a little too close to Sun, and had your wings burnt but still you couldn’t turn away.
You’re glowing tonight.
Maybe you wanted to have your world set on fire so that you could feel something.
Come on, come on, put your hand into the fire.
Surely you know what’s going to happen, you’ve seen it happen before.
You draw them in and as sure as sin they cling to your feverish passion fueled heat until they’re burnt to a crisp.
Could you tone it down a little or maybe warn them to keep their distance?
What reason is there to go on like this?
Oh I forgot, your passion is blinding & finding cover was never an option.
You’ve found your match.
Do you see yourself as a Phoenix or the moth set ablaze as it tries in vein to fly away?
Still burning, still fading as it flaps its wings; like a fever dream knocking on Heaven’s door.
For us the urge to touch, to kiss, to hold each other once again, is the only thing worth living for.
I’m the ember left after your pyro kisses & you’ve become the ashes upon which my burnt out body rests.
I didn’t know what to expect when your eyes held mine like I owed you something.
Then you took me in and put me up against the pillars of our attraction and I caved.
I gave in and you took it all in with that devilish grin that grew across your sweet face.
What happened to my angel and the heaven that you promised me?
What happened to my angel, who’s hot as hell with intense passion burning in your eyes?
No one makes you feel this way even if they’ve tried.
I’ve set you off with no fail-safe and now I’ve got to find a way to make it last until you’ve come back to your senses.
You know I don’t care at all that you’ve got me up against the wall.
I’ll do whatever it takes to free you, I’m not going anywhere.
Its your space, now take your place.
Don’t try to fight it, lose control and do as your body told you to do.
Let’s find out what it takes to move you.
Move it to the left, but don’t leave me alone.
Move it to the right, right there is the spot.
When you come back down, I’ll be the one that’s on the ground.
Break me I beg thee.
The Winter’s way of living is one of bundled covers and layered embraces.
That was good and everything, but the time for Lady Winter’s games have passed.
I can’t wait to satisfy my lust for life with a shot of you.
You’re what I desire when I’ve got that fire in my bones.
That’s one shot excitement & one shot of anticipation, straight no chaser.
You’re just like me, so let’s find out what we’re made of.
Anticipation doesn’t listen to the things of yesterday, only tomorrow matters, so that’s where we’re heading.
All the while we haven’t taken a step from this spot.
All of the things we’ve done and places we’ve been have all been experienced with our backs against the walls and our lips pressed against each others.
You should follow your heart from the start.
I wear mine on my sleeve and my top just fell to the floor in your presence.
From sunrise to sundown our silhouettes cast shadows against the walls.
When I let you have your way with me, all we seem to do is tear down these walls.
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The Wandering Mind 