Passion engulfs me with
Thy sweet sent of aphrodisia.
And burning flames of desire
What crature would not die to
Sinfully explore every inch of
Thy rose-sented satin?
If I had a dying wish, it would
Be to stare into thy eyes and taste
Thy sugared lips, before bathing
In your sweet scent.
Oh sweet envy of aphrodite/
Cast thy dagger of love into my
Heart and consume me with the
Flames of thy lust.