PLAYING WITH FIRE
On one simple look
In one simple day
When the stars fall down
When all the lights are turned off
Where sugar and spice are mixed together
Ends to be served on a sizzling plate
Above all dish and dessert I have made
*
These thoughts of you come into feast
Down, down, down, slowly with wine
Starting on level one to the --- Big boss
I’m going to the city streets
Like I know how to ride a --- real horse
Telling the hottest love story ---of the house
*
She was away,
Away to my shoulders
To my knees
Going nearer
We’re getting up closer;
And he
He was the man with pretty horns and silly hair
Catches my breathe twice doubled in the air
*
And tonight
Tonight is when we end the trend;
Time to rip out that cocoon
Ant let it fly,
Fly with somebody in this room
Just for the first night
When the unicorn meets the butterfly
*
Slowly touching from your neck to below
Arms stretching over the back
And melting stirs over the bed
Boiling hot in the pan
Water runs faster as it runs in the air…
This sensation brought by an earthquake
Falling down your bodies through the rain
Full of intensity and gravity;
Pulls the chef and the cook
And a unicorn with a gun
*
In a place colored by burning sensations
Unforgettable for the brilliant attractions
*
We’ll bring them hot and chilly,
Until we go into the deep blue sea
Digging sheets of pillow mallows
Tickling taste buds as fast as I run
From soft to hard,
And silent to loud,
This is how you bring melody,
Always after the first,
Always like we feel the thirst
And this is how you do always start
With a romantic bliss
Hard enough to manage
Wide enough to dig
*
We’ll dance into the rhythm of flickering light
Anywhere we are,
As long as we feel the beat,
Right in our stare
You’ll never see me
Like this before;
The last words of the French she adores…
Merely said for the first and the last time…
*
I peek in,
I sneak out,
Saw them playing with fire,
Burned our house
With flaring desire,
Caught me home
And took for a ride
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