.x. squeal .x. -- ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ°Wildfire's Secret CoveÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ°

.x. Pyromaniac .x.
//Call it fate's wish
That I was born from a fire
Call it a curse
That I can't resist my soul's desire.

//What was once just a hobby
Has turned into an obsession
When it comes to fire
I can't help my aggression.

//I really don't mean to do it
Those flames put me in a trance
Before I know it I've gone too far
Done something terrible without a second glance

//I've tried to stop
But my tragic game can't be turned
You can't warn me about danger
I won't stop 'till I get burned.

.Dont play with fire or you'll get burned.

.x. Pyro squeals, reeling around, long gangly legs nimbly dodging the nip from her sibling. Snorting with annoyance, the filla tossed her regal crown and circled him, dancing lithely upon her apical-tips, now feeling much more confident. Apertures watch this other carefully but curiously, lunging towards him to place a nip upon his own rump before neatly dancing away, to circle him once again, culmination elevated. .x.

[Hope ya dont mindey lol -grin- gotta steal it mwahhahaa:)]