It burns!

We – sitting on this cushion
Skins rubbing,spurious giggles
It’s cushiony the way it feels
Hands slipping,guards falling
Stop, IT TICKLES!

See us- burning chords of friendships
With these wily hands slips
Spilling live coals into bosoms
even before love blosoms.

We sit here wishing it won’t burn us
but fire does what fire does
it has nothing to do with our wishes or us
-IT BURNS!

So stop touching me with fire fingers
and I will stop kissing you with flaming tongues
This furnace will destroy us
STOP IT BURNS!