On a flight to Denver this morning, I couldn't get a member out of my mind, so I wrote her this poem.
Slow Burn
She's got that long hair flowing 'cross her shoulders, there's not a man alive that wouldn't wanna hold her. It's the way she looks, something about the way she looks and that's enough, to keep me on a slow burn.
I can see her kicking 'cross a dance floor, she's more woman than I could ever ask for. There's something 'bout her eyes, those sexy blue eyes and that's enough, to keep me on a slow burn.
If we ever touch, the fire will break out and rage out of control and the love we make will be so deep, so strong, that when it's over, yes, Ma__y98, even when it's over, the flame will just die down and you'll keep me on a slow burn.
Thank you!
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