Temporary

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you light my body on fire

when your lips meet mine

and when you run your hands

over my skin.

I want that burning feeling

to stay forever.

but as soon as the fire

is ignited,

it burns out.

and you are gone.

the feeling is temporary

and so are you.

-BE

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