The fire of the passion
The ice of the biz.
The fashion of the women
And the composition known as his.
The womens hair is ginger, pure fire on her head
And the color upon her lips is bright cherry red.
His hair is frozen, and ice is the same
The frosty platinum blonde slicked along his head.
Lips will crash together
Hands will roam too
And passion will ignite
Between these two.
Outside the clouded bedroom lust
The more separate these lives are lived.
Though neither were married
Their cheating felt like sin.
Then
the fairy tale love wavered
And lust lost from their minds.
Soon they saw the errors of their ways
And evil of the act.
But they never forgot
The fire of the passion
And the ice of the biz










hahaha nice gallery
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