Where there’s a spark
in the dark
a fire’s about to burn,
is what lovers know
each in their own turn.
With heart and soul
a flame will grow
when you lay with me.
A crimson glow
will ebb and flow
through cries of ecstasy.
It’s a primal need
how our bones bleed
right down to their core.
Fast and slow
beyond control
our bodies yearn for more.
When there’s a spark
in the dark
we’ve learned to feed the flame.
Like an endless pyre
we burn on fire
giving lust a name.
It’s a deep desire
down to the wire
that keeps us in the dark.
With heart and soul
two bodies know
fire comes from a spark.
