My love for you burns like an October fire.
It's the only thing keeping me warm.
The smell of pine and oak fill my soul with your presence, as the embers and ashes land on my skin it reminds me of your burning touch.
I crave more of your warmth.
October fire
My love for you burns like an October fire.
It's the only thing keeping me warm.
The smell of pine and oak fill my soul with your presence, as the embers and ashes land on my skin it reminds me of your burning touch.
I crave more of your warmth.