My man is a temperamental Yogi.
He could turn me to dust in a moment.
Desire, flowing through my veins
Like fire, like silky wine.
The heat of the Sun is in your skin;
Touching mine, craving sin.
I don't wanna let go; you don't care to echo
What I feel for you: It's fire, spitfire.
I can't let you go. Babe, you are gleaming so;
The light in your eyes, diamonds in the sky
Aye, I'm fallen.
What I have for you is a hunger;
It's ruining, and I'm deprived.
You're killing me. I can barely breathe
My Yogi, my lief, you kill me, so sweet.
You're fire, my desire. Spitfire, me.
Diamonds in the sky, silky wine;
You can turn me to dust in a moment.
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