Send me your location,
Drop that pin on the map,
You want me to rev my engine,
Speed on the highway,
To have a taste of the ambrosia and amrita that you provide,
What we might do might end up feeling like a sin,
But morality is not going to have any sway.

Open the door and let me in,
Take my coat and offer me a drink,
Don’t let the mood sink,
Embrace me and lead me like a blind fool made anew,
Eyes covered like Lady Justice,
But let this pace not be the fastest.

Egyptian cotton sheets smoother than butter,
Embraces softer than fine cashmere,
Wrap me in luxury, only seen in a Summer Palace,
Bind me with cords that flash and bite like metal.

Take me on a journey, one that never ends,
Longer than the Odyssey, the Mahabharata and tales about Gilgamesh combined.

Bronzed and shining in a fire-lit room,
Let me exalt you with my mouth,
Sign your name on my soul,
And I will not just go down south,
Let me weave a tapestry on my loom,
Taking my time to enmesh threads,
Hopefully, it will show delicate flowers in bloom.