Last night, my plight was challenging strife
A burning, a fire, oh how I do tire of being cut deep with this knife
Your skin, I spin, each time I was brushed by your thighs
Each dance, each glance set me in a trance, locked indside your eyes
A touch, you blush when I tugged on your hair
A kiss, such bliss, yes, how I do miss making love to you in my lair