Remembering that fateful day
I wish I hadn’t run away
I saw the fire in your eyes
And it froze me as if a spire
I thought I’d have a cooler head
But that’s your fault, subtlety’s dead
You showed your hand and your desire
A touch too much in flaming pyre
But if I had a second chance
I’d show you love no one could match
I’d lay you down in mossy grove
And make you cum ‘til head explodes