I BURN

It seems spring has arrived in autumn

yet summer has sailded in with winter,

Roses and flowers buds bossom in full,

The petals and fallen leaves whisper

in secret,

yet again, distinct with with dancing wind

i hear the nightingales sing in passion.

Dont jinx it, say not a word,

Dont end it, look into my eyes,

Better still touch me,

or would you rather

kiss my breath away,

love me till am weak

without strenght to resist.

tonight i burn with desire

tonight i burn with passion,

tonight i burn so deeply to find

your lips on mine,

I burn for the touch of ur fingers

I burn for the subtle nibble

on the nape of my neck,

tonight i burn for the outburst

that words cant explain,

tonight i burn to lay in ur arms

till d break of dawn.