Samba Queen  

Baby I like your sweat.
I'm like a fish caught in a net.
You fill my heart with hot desires.
I'm sweating too by the heat of your fire.
 
I'd like to lick and drink your potion
And so merge with you in your personal ocean.
To drink you would be oh so sweet.
To drink you I would kiss your feet.
 
You sway and pulse to a samba beat
Locks tinted with the color of honey sweet.
Fountains of love splash in her eyes
With the heat and passion of a lover's cries.
 
She's teasing and playful -- but serious too.  
You can't play with fire.  You have to be true.
Be true to the heart and soul of passion.
Feel the heat of the flame -- its motion and action.
 
Dance with the flame and don't let it fall.
Call out to it and answer its call.
It will take you in hand as you take it in hand
And take you to places where your soul can expand.
Like an infinite sun or the ocean blue,
It goes on forever -- your soul to renew.
 
Now let her take you in the fire of her eyes --
In her warm golden skin and her smooth pumping thighs.
You'll burn up in the heat of this sweet samba flame
And drink up her sweat as you flow down the drain
And then be renewed in the tropical rain
And resurrect in the fire as you call out her name.