Technically, I wanna set your soul on fire
But figuratively I would love us to melt on a canvas until we are stripped down to nothing but our blood and oils
Sensual passion that boils
Colours that drip from canvas to floor
To slither along these marble shores
Not tip toeing because our love is no secret behind these metophorical doors
The doors, we slither under
The floor, we’re slathered over
The art we make is more than love roasted and turned over
A fire
Because it was passion we desired
And your soul,  I wanted to melt until our hearts caught on fire


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