She's burning and out of control and everything I love about fire.

He was a late night
shot of bourbon
the taste of him
left me burning
with mouth on fire
body full of desire.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.

Groomed and clean cut are fine and dandy,
but I want to run with the mad ones;
the ones comfortable playing in overgrown forests,
rolling in leaves,
dancing under a scorching sun.
The ones not afraid of getting dirty.
Not afraid of burning.

The amount of her madness
depends on the amount of her love.
If she is crazy, frantic, insane with you,
then simply stated . . .
She is in love with you.

You drive me crazy, but you keep my sane.