With ruptured heat and broiling fire,
your passion fueled my own desire.
The heat that meant my destiny,
your breast did beat with energy.
I looked upon the molten gloom,
your eyes met mine and I did swoon.
The umber of your very soul,
a passion spent, a tale untold.
Our youthful lust, quite carefree,
we locked and lept with energy.
I knew that I would only be,
alive with you, ... in ecstasy.