Her passion's voice more meltingly composed
than liquid fire, soft words boiling over
too hot for flesh to bear; mesmerizing,
coming near, dancing slowly on her smile
waltzing flames touching lips, sweat, desire;
in this age, in this time, I am to live
through the blaze, heart in hand, my love to give.
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Volcanic desire has fired passion that must be quenched.++10