Bold fire, burning temptations
Brown bush, growing seeds
Smell of wash away
The taste for silk skin
A girl of night dreams
Something we have
Brings to life
Balance or solace, maybe
Something in you
Makes me want
To engrave a kiss
On your shoulders, or thighs
In difference
Strong connections, wetted lips
Reddened for interference
Coherent with the bliss we make
Yes,
The bliss we make
Makes us indifferent
Our stake in time
Our fate in show
Our names in September