Fire the fuel that flames me
burning hot with sultry stare,
pistol whipped by pure desire
inspire my daisy dare.
Words come nimble thoughts resemble
spoken contemplation,
guarded still their thoughtful will
to cling to revelation.
Birth in mind of plans designed
to dive to dance to dream,
adrift or aries stationaries,
my heart and soul it seems.
Physics claim a spark remains
through nurtured repetition,
yet we exclaim this pulse remains
by intellectual intermission.
Submit me now I take my bow
and fold desire away,
take you out to pray devout
through fires of love we play.
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