Playing With Fire

Playing with fire, I burn your lips they puff out cold from the heat and the fire is good therefore playing with that which you like and liking this fire your feelings are because of it my feelings are hidden behind your fat lips where you making good you make my mouth you try to bite trying to eat with your mouth full kisses yours are kissed when you are finished with me already you embrace my arm which is long and suspiciously full and your sister in the shadows watches as it tightens damaged and I grasp at your eyes they are warm in you it shines dazzlingly and with you as said to her she whom desires what you do but on me your sister would practice in sleep when you do and I call out my anger to you leaving me it flows into you and your sister you fell asleep when I came.