As my touch travels through your tender frame

And my hands caress your gentle form

Each stroke of my fingers ignites a flame

Lust gets awoken as a brewing storm

I burn through you like a thousand suns

Hypnotic parting lips of aching wants

A quickened breath that through you runs

My burning presence, water comes by chance

A flowing river that brings chaotic Seth

A storm that comes, she sits and dwells

To lay here with Ra, bodies blessed

On her knees to worship, her spirit quells

Her hands bound, to be set free

Her eyes blindfolded for her to see

As her heart beats, she is reborn

As a storm that’s broken by the Sun