There's nothing like hot,
the taste of fire on your lips,
the sassay of lust
shimmering from my hips.
Barriers are frail
like the silk of skin,
the wisp of a dream
wrapped in carnal sin.
Reach for me on satin
the sheen of lust
clinging to my eyes,
take me if you must.
I fear no fire,
the hazel hues of night
and within my desire
you'll find your delight.
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