Lips Burnt

fires brewing
in your ember eyes
sweats ensuing to the temperature rise

beads of sweat run
down our sides, hot sun shines it's not fair to hide
we could get used to this fahrenheit

make music all night long (2X)

when her tongue tells me something without a word

we thow on a cd
and feels free to pump the volume
sweetie throws herself, those hips will follow through

heat rises, so this is the highest place i've ever been

her body moving like it's fluid
speechless, touching a kiss to her lips as she blew it
says a lot about us

when her tongue tells me something without a word