And in that moment, on that pyre, there was fire,
I had been waiting, patiently anticipating,
The return of my fire, the kind that encompasses my desire,
To feel the scorching flame , as I call out your name
I cannot be blamed , when you deliver your famed,
Conquerors execution, flay me with no absolution.
Let me slither from your feet,
slowly proceeding until our eyes meet.
Oh what a raging inferno, built upon an active volcano,
Need I say more, as you stand hauntingly by my mahogany door,
I live for your breath, upon my neck,
The quenching of this need , this sinful seed
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