Hot and Cold

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All words have already been said
What more can I say to describe the way you get into my head?
You bring me to heaven
The moon
Then back again
To finish me off with the heat of your breath
On my tongue
Into my lungs
Keeping your eyes on mine
Your gaze is my kryptonite.
You’re hotter than the sun
My skin burns under your touch
But your eyes
Like cool rays of ice
You keep me hot and cold
Begging
Begging
Begging for more