A fire ensues when I am in your presence.
Your fragrance overwhelms me with your sultry essence.
Let the fire triangle be made complete.
The explosion that ensues will not be discrete.
Combine fuel, fire and the oxygen of our kiss.
This will create a conflagration of sheer bliss.
So I ask you sweet woman and dear friend of mine,
Douse fuel upon my flame with soothing wine.
And allow the elements of our fire triangle to combine.