A dream of passion

Fire goes with red wine
In my veins, the heat starts the dance
Rolling down my skin, the passion’s sweat
Elaborates new shapes of sin

Floor or ceiling, no matter which, is burning
In this intricate geometry I am sinking
Ready to dissipate myself like a mist
Evaporate like a kiss on your simmering lips

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