Saturday Night
He is fire I am solid ice He looks at me And I'm a puddle on the floor Jumped on by rain boots Then evaporated by the suns core I no longer exist after one glance His fire gently touches me I become engulfed To him I'm a Saturday night He told me he can't do this all the time But his time is the only thing I crave To feel his fire coursing through my icy veins
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