“you came and I was crazy for youand you cooled my mind that burned with longing”
“You came and I was longing for you.You cooled a heart that burned with desire.”
“You make me absolutely fucking crazy,” he said thickly. “Hate to break it to you, but I think you were there long before I came along,”
“Oh, I burned it with my straightener.”“You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?”
“I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower on you a million burning kisses as under the Equator.”
“Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.”