I see in your eyes the fervent desire,
insights that yearn to see beyond.
Your lips tell burning stories
that the inner fire they stoke and already bristle.
I contemplate your greedy gaze,
imagining you roaring beast.
In the midst of the exorbitant pleasure,
your pupils grow white with joy.
When I enrapture you, glorious you unveil,
and I furrow the damp earth of your back,
possessed by your hungry lioness nails.