"Rose On Fire"
Toes starts tapping the floor
As the fluttery feels consumed the core
Hungry for explicitness from the source
Drown to the tune with no force
It's a distaste of romances
Domination of fiery lass
Power it embraces
Doesn't need a lad called Atlas
Routines formed inside
The emptied mind
Captivated like sipping a fine wine
Addicted to the endless divine
- shegonerogue















