I wish the buttons of my blouse are the only things that are undone,
We should've made coffee not love,
If it's really love that is,
Fire burns, that's nature,
But for us to melt into each other isn't,
We caused conflagration,
We couldn't care less,
We just succumb to temptation,
Then try to extinguish the mess we made,
And yes,
The fire went out,
But damage have been done,
And even now,
Our bodies might be skin to skin,
But our hearts, forever distant.