Warmth upon my flesh,
I’ve been craving this.
Heat in my bones,
Puts pay to the moans.
So drink in the sparkle,
For it is a marvel.
Cast out the blinding,
It won’t subvert climbing.
For the sky is the dawn,
With purpose new born.
It’s why you held out your hand.
A confident state by which you stand.
But careful of the aroma,
It may make you colder.
An addiction most virile,
It could make you sterile.
Blot out all youth,
Question fact with demands of proof.
Warmth upon my flesh,
I’ve been craving this.
Heat in my bones,
Puts pay to the moans.
Warmth upon my flesh,
I’ve been craving this.
Heat in my bones,
Puts pay to the moans.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 