Let me push you off the ledge
Watch you fall
Into wicked passion
Of lust and craving

Let your eyes famish
Reek of passion
As i hold you
Melting in my grip

For to content
Is not my reach
It is to fan your burning lust
Only then, only to feel you want

You may know passion
In ways other than me
I touch, seek your mind
For the flesh has age, the mind ; forever young