You are my goddess of the storm,
I beg you for your might.
I praise your heavenly form,
I need you every night.

The rhythm of our conversation
Makes the beats of my heart a wreck.
My soul can feel your vibration,
My hands crave your neck.

I can see you in the smoke,
I can hear you in the rain.
Like a priest, your pleasure I invoke,
And like a doctor, I remove your pain.