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Let Me Be Your Fantasy
My mouth molds to your fiery flesh
Pulse thunders against swollen lips
My long dark tendrils in your fist
The only anchor left within your grip
The fire created by my parched desire
As you're burried in my burning soul
consumes your worries, doubts and fears
And I swallow your savage passions whole
Your musky taste is exotic though natural
The way a summer lightening storm smells
The sweetest escape of a tidalwave roar
Scorched are my lips by your seedy spell
Phew! Can we get some ice in here!