lighting up the night, quiet fire, frim temprament, firmament flying fried put it up in the can, the frying

pan, make it into sentimental dreams shaken and startled, not sure of what this is it doesnt feel like love, but it doesnt feel wrong making love to you while you husband calls and calls 20 missed calls on one phone, 15 missed calls on the second I cant hear it lost inside you so what is this? what am I doing? I dont quite understand what Ive gotten myself involved in but then, its your choice Anuka its your loss or your gain what you do with it is your own frame of mind your own world your own flame in the fire and when I try to ask you about it you shrug it off as if I dont know as if following some internal ticking and I dont pursue because its your life my friend after in the light, youre not firey beauty youre not wild youth youre not catch and go your passion has become something distant from me animal acting instead of passionate feel film firm pushing into you but somehow youre still beautiful a strong girl headstrong goes after what she wants all the same thank you you saved me tonight