Some people call me a pyro , but it's not true.
I play with fire only because it reminds me of you.
Well not you but him, my one and only love.
My angel of hell, burning flame of lust.
With his wicked smile and cunning words,
I fell for him, it's all so true.
Oh how breathless his kiss, with searing lips,
Tantalizing fingers that stroke lushes dips.
Passion filled eyes that see right through,
To show you exactly what it is that he can do.