You don't know how much my lips steam, and how my heart rages. Fires can ignite inside you, even if you are of stone, they will excite you. You don't know how my fingers love to ignite fiery passions. Rivers of lava will flow in you, in the cells they will race furiously. You don't know how enchanting my eyes are, and how they drink as much as be forgotten to madness. Your heart magically will touch with the ethereal wings of a butterfly. If you only knew, you would come to me with a cracked soul of thirst. In my hands holding fire, to make dream come true, I jumped over all the barriers.