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The hell of my passion burns my chest with a voracious fire, an insatiable fire that screams for a man in the shadows of my desire. Beneath the flaming hurricane, it runs through my skin, leaving a trail of ash in the forbidden places of your scrolls of love.
There is no respite in your embraces, no rest in your ardor that consumes like the infinite cosmos. We are two souls trapped in an eternal volcano, dancing in the abyss of lust, where time undoes and disappears, for your lips are lava that linger my breath and my love. Everything becomes an ocean of fire within our passion.
Let me lose the immensity of your touch, be your shipwreck in your love, as the night also guards its infinite shadow. We made a love; there is no limit, no guilt, no fear. We are two fires that extinguish in the spark of indomitable love. And even though the world crumbles around us, we will continue to burn with the intensity of desire.