Flames of lust and desire,.
Ashes of rage and wrath.
You held me within your grasp;
Your hands comforting me with such a warm embrace.
Your soft touch like a tickle at the back of my neck.
Seducing me with those lips,
As I run out of patience,
Drawing you closer,
Quenching your thirst,
As you fill my emptiness with your satisfaction.
And after you take the last sip – what is left of me –
I hear you give out the sweetest sound of pleasure,
And I am content at last.