slow dancing in a burning room. set flame to my persona because i am a riot. catch your eyelashes slicing through the glow of this spark. feel the heat inflame your body, burning up and your enjoying every minute of it. the rapid movement of these flames have triggered your imagination and without second thought i would assume you would indulge in just what you want. tempted by the fire frenzy and the smokey appeal it waivers on your taste buds, a sizzling type satisfaction you could really get hot with. provoke such provocateur expression and happily this flame would oblige, igniting your imagination, at least a hundred more times. and hungry as your eyes may tell me, your body has not moved, and thirsty as your lips may read, you have not yet sought to taste my temperature. an activated flame, without a short fuse, continues to flicker, keeps you enthralled, amused?
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