Can you feel that?

The quickening of my pulse against your mouth

and the shy flush, like a dewed peach, you said

sweet taste of budding lilies on your tongue

soiled with scarlet flames against my throat

"...?"

"...don't stop,"

My screams are drowned in your hungry eyes,

raven-black pecked with lust (or love?)

you trace my body with temptation, kiss my imperfections,

and i'm drowning in an ocean of fire, sin, desire.

"please, don't stop."