A fire of desire is burning between us, and I am at a dead end - what is this feeling, what are you doing to me? The body demands more than words can say. And here I am, dying of thirst, of this insane desire to be yours.

It's something magical, like a wild game where I always lose. You know how much I want, and for this look I have to pay a considerable price. The power you have is sweet and endearing. I obey uncontrollably, I die from this passion, from the way you consume me to the very bottom.

This may be chemistry, but it throws us into warm embraces, and I don’t know what to do. Passion burns boundlessly, like fire, beyond control.

You are like a glass of delicious wine, and I’m drunk, I’m losing my mind from this predatory look that can no longer be stopped. How many times have I tried to leave, to escape from this bewitching game, but you always allow me, holding me tighter with your caresses - a trap from which there is no way out.

You are a disease, you are thirst, darkness, and I am stuck in you, but, oh miracle, how you hug me. In this embrace, I am completely yours again, in this fire of passion that we create together.