How did you create a burning fire?
As I am feeling the rising temperature right now.
Your hands have their own mind, like an insect crawling on my smooth legs.
Your lips are lying, saying they don't want to touch mine.
Your skin is crying,
Sweating evident nervousness from behind.
An exception for tonight is for you not to think and let the rush act.
Act upon me like you own me,
Use every part of your body
Like a goddamn machinery.
Indulge me, pound me like I am freshly separated from the rice field.
Explore me like a miner going into my cave.