A mere sight of your body,of your body,
lits me up
like a gas stove.
So Red hot
I can feel the fire,
blazing urge
getting crazy.
Such a feeling
can't be gentle,
demanding
his lust not love.
A mere sight of your body,of your body,
lits me up
like a gas stove.
So Red hot
I can feel the fire,
blazing urge
getting crazy.
Such a feeling
can't be gentle,
demanding
his lust not love.