This lust burns like a fire- it's quick and deadly.
My heart is singed around the edges and
I continue to gasp for air as you walk on by.
The smoke from the flames clear and
what's left is the charred memory,
of the fire that burns deep inside.
I want you; your skin is my addiction.
The touch of you heals my pain.
The calling of my name soothes
this red wrath of hurt.
Fix this broken heart of mine,
show me what is good again,
bring me back from hell and
show me the taste of sin.
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