If love were a flame
Mine would be an inferno
Hotter than the sun

I'm fed up with how certain people always pretend to mourn and pray when there's a mass shooting. If it really bothered them, they'd support measures to prevent them, but obviously their penis extensions (aka fire arms) are way more important to them than human lives (unless of course, it's a clump of cells without any sentience in someone else's womb).
Who would you like to kiss right now?
Roses are red
As the red sun descends
The ladies retreat
In pairs to their tents
Leaving the guys
To tend to the fire
While waiting in vain
For the girls they desire
Except for one lucky guy
(That would be me)
Who's sharing his tent
With a gorgeous lady
In a tent that is marked
With an S and a P
If you hear sexy noises
It'll be Sandra and me