Thoughts of you consume me. Through the day, long and longing. Time but flashes away, yet burns. I want your need. I need your want I want your desire I desire your passion They are the fuel to the fire. Fires that burn through time. Fires that burn through me. Smoulder against me within my arms. Take the heat of my heart engulfing you. Kindle our moments.
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