This naughty little thing...
burning in between us
caught fire by surprise,
I didn't even mean it.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙.
Cause when it's hot, it's hot.
And when it's not, it's not.
We know how to stoke the fire.
Rage it up with pure desire.
Rush with lust to make it higher.
Reach the heights that we require...
𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨.
A heat that high
won't maintain it's size, though.
I knew that from the get-go.
You know... some settle
for a median flame,
but I think I like this
burning game.
𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝.
So we skip the middle ground
and let the fire go down.
Yes, we know how to tame it.
Keep a flicker of a flame lit.
Teasing me with just the tip -
it tingles on my lips.
Just hot enough to feel it in my hips.
𝙏𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
So I go about my daze
with this burning little craze.
It's just the right amount -
doesn't get in my way
or require me to stay.
This is easy to maintain
when no one has a say.
No one can portray
or predict, or define it.
No one's giving this a name
or trying to confine us.
This dynamic, I quite find it...
𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜.
Time has shown consistently
how natural this is for me.
I don't have the energy
to fuel a fire steadily.
To sow the seeds
of others' dreams.
To meet the requirements
most people need.
Cause I need to be free,
so I can be there for me.
And I think you do too,
so I guess our needs agree.
𝙁𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙
𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙯𝙤𝙣𝙚.
At least for now
when I look around,
I am glad to have found
𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
• ꧁꧂ •
mica light
ARCANE (adj.) - understood by few; mysterious or secret.