Do you remember, my sweet love, when we were not so tame?
The sparks that danced across our eyes?
The fans that grew the flame?
🔥
Everyday now, sits the same,
Our monotonous dance,
Through moments mundane.
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My fingers long to touch you, dear, and take away your pain.
To tease you sweet, with tenderness,
To melt away your shame.
🔥
Do you remember, mi amour, when we were not so tame?
The sparks that grew, and burned for you?
And kissed you in the rain?
🔥
The words not said, scratching the head, and wondering, what’s to blame?
Love still burns true, and yearns for you,
And all of you, I claim.
🔥
Do you remember, my sweet love, when we were not so tame?
I ignited, grew, and burned for you,
And still sing out your name.
And never will the coldness quell, the spark that lights my flame.
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Mama Magdalene
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