She rolls in your mind like never before,
You thought she was dead, but she came back for more.
She lays awake while in your dreams;
Her love for passion is never as it seems.
The colour of her eyes beam in the sun,
Her voice in your ears sweetly hum.
Her touch caresses you, finger to toe,
Even when she was alive, you couldn't say no.
To play with your body and mind has been her desire,
Don't get burnt...you're dealing with fire!
it is true often when you fall in love or play with fire as u term it u get burned. Often leaving u a empty husk of what once was.
darr