As I burn with desire
My brain’s aflame with wantin’
For you are my Greek fire.

Your dream-form I try to capture.
Pillows breathe, sheets become skin,
As I burn with desire.

The road to a place of sulphur
I pave with thoughts forbidden,
For you are my Greek fire

A blaze that will not smother
Consumes my straw-soul with sin
As I burn with desire.

‘Lord, spare me from this danger! ’
I fall on hands and knees, prayin’,
For you are my Greek fire.

You belong to another!
Yet, Lust in the night is callin’,
As I burn with desire
For you. You: My Greek fire.

Ronberge (anno secundo)

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