Your hair is disheveled,
Your skin is glowing,
And I feel like I'm moving from shade to sun.
Sometimes you're a slow spreading heat.
From the corner of my heart,
To the tips of my fingers,
Warming up like sun under concrete.
Other times,
You're the match that lights fire,
A spontaneous combustion...
A demolition,
You have a way of wrecking me.
Take me down,
Devastate me,
Because I don't want desire
If it's a desire without you.
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