He saw her melt like a candle
From the heat of the passion,
He saw her rise like a Phoenix
From the wax not the ashes,
She could be melted by love,
She could be melted by passion,
If the inclination was there
If you triggered the heat in her,
She was a melting siren,
She was love incarnate,
She was fluid, she flowing,
Like a burning candle,
She could melt all over me.
fauxcroft 
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