In the beating of my thirsty heart

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In the beating of my thirsty heart,
where fire burns with fiery passion,
a storm rages in my mind,
a delirious and violent mystery.

My desires, like water in a spring,
seek to quench the thirst that consumes me,
to drink from your lips, in every mist,
and in your skin find the ideal balance.

You are the fire that my skin burns,
the blood that flows in my veins,
a complement in bodies that go mad.

In the ecstasy of a different encounter,
our bodies dance with fervour,
united in a maddening embrace.

Thus, in overflowing passion and without fear,
we find the wellspring of pleasure,
where mystery and desire are law.