If passion were a flame of fire, that burned into my soul, I'd be consumed by this inferno, by you who makes me whole.
Just like the moth who can't resist, who's drawn into the fire;
I dance around the flickering light, of passion and desire.
I look so deeply in your eyes, at the hair I long to touch;
I hear my name come whispering,
'Cross lips I need so much.
My heart is filled with longing,
I stand too near the fire.
Again I'm drawn by the music, of passion and desire.
My hands reach out to touch you,
I live for one look form your eyes,
I whisper your name in the quiet times, my love too strong to deny.
I dance to the tune of your music,
I sway in the glow of your fire.
Ever drawn into this inferno,
Of passion and desire.
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