Hither chimes the toll that brings
forth fire whence you upon,
my doorstep tread and come to me
with wanting lips and song.

Heralding clothes do pre-announce
the form that lies beneath,
that burns my flesh with passion so
and stirs the fervent heat.

Thence the air electrifies
as your form grazes mine,
anticipation wells within
to dwell wouldst be a crime.

I grasp, then seize. You yield my need
and drink my lips like wine.
Unrestrained, licentiousness our
simmering flesh entwines.