You know the drill...if it sux...tell me so. <br /> <br />It starts blazing at my feet <br />and moves up my body <br />as your fiery hands squeeze my waist. <br />I feel a heat wave <br />as your lips like nitro kiss my neck. <br />Baby, you should know: <br />my heart is volatile <br />and my mind goes to Hell <br />every time we ring that alarm. <br />By now, I know <br />that each time you come around <br />WE'RE GONNA START A FIRE.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arson/
