Maybe if I let you touch me, you’ll love me. Or maybe I’ve got it wrong. So maybe it starts with the loving and ends with the touching and the fire that lets us burn on, is always giving in. Kerosene drenched so we never die out. Unless maybe I want you more than I should. What if you don’t wanna be loved. So touch me and leave me lonely if you must, it’s never love and always lust. Me and you in a room is a blaze and I’ll always get stuck. Oh, you will not burn me out, I need you now. I need you forever.
