Every touch, every caress

A searing pleasure shoots below my breast

Temperature rises about 3 degrees

Unleashing a lioness, I'm finally free

Down the hatchet, electricity flowed

Where treasures and mysteries lay untold

Made of flesh, more of soul

His touch gaev enough to fill my bowl

Moans trapped by his temptation

Letting it flow is my slavation

Caresses of sweet flirtation

My body evaporating then condensation

Screams of pleasure, screams of pain

I refuse to give into this torturous gain

For I am pure and thats what I love

A mans desire, and all galor

Being the temptress is nothing but fun

This man's desire will do nothing but burn like the sun.