Fire in a Bottle
And the fire in a bottle begins to run….
Droplets form and race down the sides
Heat rolls over my tongue and down my throat
Pools in my belly and spreads through my arteries
Inhibitions crumble like ancient documents
Exposed to fresh air for the first time
Blood flows to the surface of my skin
And I like the look of your curves
Maybe I can come back to your place?
I swear I ll behave if you want me to
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What little parts of my soul and sanity that is left might be found among these words and images.
