My lips are soft, my fingers true,
both were made to walk on you.
Speak to me, oh goodness of fire,
my intentions are pure, born of desire.

I need to ******* name from your tongue,
to explore the birthplace of all your songs.
I long to give you my humble sacrifice,
offering body, soul, and mind alike.

To travel upon your sacred hills,
and show you the beauty of my solemn will.
Enter you whole and drink from your vine,
as you tremble in pleasure, vibrating in mine.
Scream our incantations into the darkest night,
let me show you my worth, my love, my might.