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Otis doesn't want you to give up your creativity. Try folding pages in a book. We are doing that. (The his-story book bought "used" had only three sentences we needed to read. No kidding...)  Trace wants you to read this, go ahead and fold it up  

This sounds HOT | Breath of Fire

 

 

I touch your lips and all at once the sparks go flying 

 Those devil lips that know so well the art of lying 

And though I see the danger, still the flames grow higher 

I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire 

Just like a torch, you set the soul within me burning 

I must go on along the road, of no returning 

And though it burns me and it turns me into ashes 

My whole world crashes without your kiss of fire 

I can't resist you, what good is there in trying 

What good is there denying, you're all that I desire 

Since first I kissed you, my heart was yours completely 

If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to be 

Don't pity me, don't pity me 

Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow 

Love me tonight, devil take tomorrow 

I know that I must have your kiss although it dooms me 

And though it consumes me, your kiss of fire 

I can't resist you, what good is there in trying 

What good is there denying, you're all that I desire 

Since first I kissed you my heart was yours completely 

If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to be 

Don't pity me, don't pity me 

Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow 

Love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow 

I know that I must have your kiss although it dooms me 

Though it consumes me, the kiss of fire 

Aah, burn me

READ:

 

https://mestuff.substack.com/p/breath-of-fire 

 

 


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