Falling down into his aroma
Like a red silk robe finessing my curves
Pulling me into subtle shades
He engulfs me in his beauty
"What is this madness?", I say

A lighted match
Desire
Pulling me into his fire
Painted reds on my cheek

He whispered softly
"That's called suicide, love."
He whispered
"That's called suicide, love"

Fingers, trace up my spine
Silent beauty's touch, he's the unknown
Feather lips hold me down
He's the art of the century
"What is this madness?", I say

A lighted match
Desire
Pulling me into his fire
Painted reds on my cheek