You craze
You burn
Transform me
You melt
You forge
Create me
With white heat
With platinum fire
With a piece of your blinding sun
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You craze
You burn
Transform me
You melt
You forge
Create me
With white heat
With platinum fire
With a piece of your blinding sun
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Come to me
Come here to me
Hear my whispers
Heed my pleas
Come to me
Come here to me
Melt into this velvet fire
This hungering need
Come to me
Come here to me
Lose yourself in woman
In desire darkly divine
Come to me
Come here to me
Come make me yours
Come make yours mine
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If only these eyes could gaze
Behold you
If only these lips could kiss
Caress you
If only this body could feel
Know you
I would ask, I would want, I would need
No more
Or no other
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Tonight
I care little for the future
Tonight
It is not your forever I desire
Tonight
I hunger only for your present
To melt
Into your flesh
To stoke
The flames of your fire
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You
Shatter my control
Splinter my resolve
With a breath
With a glance
With the touch of whispering fingers
With an ease that strips my body
With a seduction that bares my sexual soul
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Kiss my flesh
Drive in deep
Surrender the body
Give up the meat
Devour
Greedily
Grind
Savagely
Fill me
Take me
Fuck me
Fuck me
Without mercy
Without apology
She walks into his touch, his kiss
Needing the scalding burn, the heat
Uncaring of the scars
The marks upon her skin
Longing only to feel the spin
The delirious desiring force
Longing only to feel the union
Reducing flesh to earth, to ash, to dust
Longing only to feel the strength
The man against her woman
Longing only to feel, to feel, to feel
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Believe me
Trust me
When I whisper
When I press this gossamer softness to you
When I reach out for the flesh, the man before me
I am here
To soothe, to sate, to offer
I am here
Your seclusion, refuge, haven
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