It burns
Not like in the bodice rippers
With revving hearts
And smoldering looks across a crowded room
No it’s hot as menopause or
A Fever dream
sweaty sticky damp sheet dangerous
It burns
Nothing like sappy love songs
With swoon-worthy heartthrobs
Gyrating to ear candy refrains
Nah this love is a wildfire
Burning underground fed on hidden seams
Burning for a hundred years so
Stop playing gre...