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Your supple motios cast as spell

speaks with my hands that devour you.

I caress, embrace and taste

your hypnotic shape

such graceful symmetry

possesing my grasp.

Incarnation of fire...

A prisoner isnide myself

to the end I scream my mysery

I strip away your veils

and descend to sensuous pleasures.

I hid my anxious thoughts

and reveled in your touch

the velvet skin of your back

reveals the tiger's glare.

Hours flew as seconds

through burning eyes of desire

I long for your beauty

incarantion of fire.