Oooh, the burn it churns inside my insides like a million acids swirling, speedily turning, a centrifuge separating my desires, until I begin to perspire, seeking refuge in a needy moan, like ten thousand hungry mouths yearning to be fed, I’d be misled into believing that I’m dead, cause my heart keeps stopping restarting and stopping again, accelerated across the thin line from pleasure into addiction, can’t you feel that BURN? open a window, or something, I’m getting dizzy mind drifting sifting through various halls of hedonistic heaven, 7 times the speed of light, delighting my ears with sounds that super-ly succeed the natural, actual incendiary impulses igniting individually inside my skin, and if it’s a sin, then I’m hell bound with a smile, head floating on air reminiscing all the while about….mmm….****….well, you had to be there… each touch that blazed like a torch or a flame, as if I’m puffing her name, sending myself in a daze, she just grazes me, and sets my soul on fire!!! inspiring supreme sensual dreams and other erotic hallucinations, the best way to describe my body gripping sensation is to say I saw her, hot like fire, engulfing my desire (which took over my mind, and has me hooked, maybe,) I inhaled her, and the effect— just like cheeba, baby!!!