When I first kiss your lips
Bit it a little bit
Your upper lip bleeds
Sending this blood
Dark and sad into your heart
When another kiss follows
These hot lips of mine
Send the heat and give you
Sparks of light
Shaking your whole body
In the fire of ecstasy
From then the paths
In your body that lead to your soul
Are no longer guarded
By the propriety of your senses
You have given in
To the pleasures that I am giving
You have become the river
Wanting more the splashes of some
Fishes and frogs and even crocodiles
More kisses, more touches
More heat, more flames
The hottest of fires
Cinders and brimstones!
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