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You are the flame
round which I turn.
You have no shame.
You watch me burn.

I can do naught
but worship your fire.
My every thought
white-hot desire.

I don't want it
any other way.
You may flaunt it,
swagger and sway.

It won't weaken
my trembling ardor,
but make it peak and
hard and harder.

I am your slave.
You are my master.
You're all I crave,
faster and faster.

You embody my
carnal desire,
the hot wind dry
of passion's fire.

If you disdain
my abject lust,
my blood will stain
the trodden dust.