Triolets Of Passion II

the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire  
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon  
Ohh.. she gives me fuel, yeah.. she gives me fire,  
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire  
triolets of passion, taste me however you desire  
the scent of a sweet fruit, my heart is it’s beacon
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire  
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon  
 
light me up, embracing the flame  
tear me up, in the end the game is fame  
sweet Amber the passion fruit, that’s it’s name!  
light me up, embracing the flame  
devour it gently or violently, there is no shame  
taste the triolets and for no one is to blame  
light me up, embracing the flame  
tear me up, in the end the game is fame  
 
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle  
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste  
passion may lead me to all sorts of trouble  
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle  
golden hue of succulence, it’s pleasure a chuckle  
maybe it is pure haste, for the fruit that I yet to taste  
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle  
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste