set me ablaze
blindfold the eyes to fear
lose me in your hellish flaming maze
consume me freely
with fiery pleasure of your torch
who better to cook me
without any regret or regard
please roast my beefy heart
brown my sensuality till charred
broiling- don’t stop
heat up the wood log furnace baby
a thousand degrees higher, make it hot
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I would like to translate this poem
this one caught me couldn't stop til the end nice