When skin to skin

our inner fires start a burning.

Beneath my touch

the pain and pleasure are such

that your mind has trouble grounding

the sensations of my creation.

Within my power

is held rage and pain

that has made some few cower.

Upon your sampling from that dark plate

your desires become my fate to satiate.

And you awake

to find yourself alone and yearning.

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