Your love is fire, it burns me, but not my skin.
Your love is the ocean, it drowns me, but not my lungs.
Your love is a lifetime, I die and come back for more.
It happens... over and over and over again.
I'm chained to by the waist, my loins yearn for your body.
I'm chained by the hands, they want to hold your face.
I'm chained by the feet, I can't walk away.
The chains swing me into flames,
They lower me into deep water, over and over.
The flames ignite me the way your skin does.
The oceans captivates me the way your kiss does.
I die and come back, starting and wanting it all over again.
Lifetime after lifetime... in a day, a moment, a second.
Time does not know how to save me, she just watches.
Why did you do this to me, I can't love anyone else,
I won't love anyone else.
You can't let me go and I can't tear away.
But the chains matter not because we're driven to each other.
We climb for each other, with bare hands and no rope, in the dark.
Our thoughts dance together in a hypnotic chant.
I sleep not, you live in my dreams calling me, telling me to touch you.
I'm blinded by your beauty, I cannot see anything more, than you.
I can't rip you out of me
At the same time I want you buried inside me.
Your skin is my home.
My chest is your refuge.
Our kiss tears centuries apart.
This is when I realize, the fire fuses us together.
The ocean is our air to breathe, a space meant for no one else.
Coming back from death is our defiance, not torture.
You are not my prison, this is what finally feels like.
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