



She’s flowers and fire,
her cherry lips on
his whiskey-flavored kiss,
and that kind of sugar,
that can cause a hard defense to soften.
All of them tangled up together,
his heart,
her heart,
his curious fingertips,
her dangerously soft skin.
How you lose your senses in that kind of love,
You get wrapped up in so much sweet,
and you don’t ever want it to come undone.
- ‘She’s flowers and fire’ - Butterflies Rising.