Our first kiss was in the depths of a
Fetish Room
It was summer, the time of year
For love to blossom like wild daisies
We burned bright and dangerous
A forest fire gone rogue
Suddenly, I felt more daring
Not thinking about tomorrow
The killer of passion
All I wanted to think about
Was how your kisses
Ignited fireworks in me
Exploding into the brightest colors
Whenever we were in the same room
We transformed into a danger zone
Our flames devouring the walls
And although our hearts had
No fire escape to lead us out
We kept on playing Russian roulette
Loading our guns with six bullets
Because death by love
Was ultimately better than
A slow, tedious death.
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