In the tempest of my fervor's dance, Your rapacious throat holds sway, Echoes rise with fervent chants, In this fervid, wild ballet. Testifying to each thrust's ascent, Upon pleasure's ravenous feast, A delirium ecstatic, eloquent, In which our passions are released. Through swirling depths we fiercely go, As siren calls serenade the night, In rhythmic pulses, high and low, We merge in the flooding, fateful light.