Think those thoughts Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot Those that cause you to remember Smoking white hot ember Still your flesh your mind and your heart hurt through it Your sweet wet heat like steaming moisture Burning yet again to do it Home, but really you are there In fancies and fantasies Drowning in your memories Pulsing, fragile sanity Why can't you ever forget it Why can't you just let it go Why can't you stop sweating It's all you know Can't but Think those thoughts Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot Those that cause you to remember Smoking white hot ember Think those thoughts Those that leave you all twisted in knots Even in dark December Smoking white hot ember So hot blooded Ruled by primal passions The fire just won't go out Ember refuses to burn to ashes Glowing, your skin is flushing Heart behind ribs hard pounding Breath, excited fast and short Heavy beating that's sounding Why can't you ever forget it Why can't you just let it go Why can't you stop sweating It's all you know Can't but Think those thoughts Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot Those that cause you to remember Smoking white hot ember Think those thoughts Those that leave you all twisted in knots Even in dark December Smoking white hot ember
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This is a very interesting and creative piece. Hahah well it’s Darwinism. In order to survive our own thoughts.
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