“Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.”

When they question you about my disappearance, Do not tell them I am lost inside you.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

She comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.

Caution never wrote a love story.

If it weren’t for misery some people would never be happy.

Her heart is too young to be walking with a cane.

She’s got the look of a woman with lightening up her sleeve.

A woman can change the atmosphere of a room just by walking through that door, if that isn’t magic, what is?

Treasure the souls who call your twisted dreams, beautiful.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.

I hope what I awakened in you, devours me.

You owe the world your uniqueness.

Make the lioness inside her purr and her kitty will roar.

Music and sex are soulmates.

She might look like a fragile flower, but her stem is made of steel.

The heart reveals what the mind disguises.

His love set her on fire and she loved the way it burned.

Dry throat on the days I’d rather just watch the candle burn.

The lava that erupts from the volcanoes has been reoccurring for far too long and even tho I’ve been warned that my lava can burn others I can’t help but erupt at the possibility that someone will want to burn for me.

Don’t be a match to someone else’s candle because, in the end, you’ll both burn out.

Her eyes sparkled with diamonds of hope and burned with fires of raw passion.

If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.

It pains me to know that too much fire has been burned between us because you were my spark.