flight of the butterfly, rising free
Open the curtains
Crank up the tunes
There is no sadness
There are no spoons
Deepest dark within
Cold so cool it burns
Ancient fires explode
Ignited new for you
Stealing my last breath
Give you yet one more
Kneeling on the floor
Begging for your touch
Want has turned to need
Endless powers merge
Creating fire's thought
Explosions drawing near
Unable to describe
Passions' hold on me
Fill me yet again
Lovers forever freed