I yearn for my beloved, and I am a madwoman by nature!
Not one of those ordinary souls who fuss over every little thing, restrain themselves, and hesitate,
but a predator with a consuming fire burning deep within my soul!
Pour your diseased fantasies into your love for me,
a heart-searing fever that never leaves my mind,
a thirst so ravenous that even three lifetimes of drinking would not quench it.
I crave the madman who burns his soul alongside mine beneath the deluge of cold rain,
who laughs aloud as the universe crumbles in the howling storm,
who sinks with me into the vortex of tangled lips at the edge of suffocation;
when fear breeds the urge to flee, imprison me even more fiercely in your arms.
I am obsessed with that dizzy moment on the brink of suffocation.
Your love is molten gold, pouring heavily into my bones;
your panting becomes a seductive tsunami that sweeps away my very breath;
your fingertips are chisels tempered in fire, engraving your name forever upon the realm of my skin.
The height of my bliss is your utter, unreserved possession of me.
I cast aside tepid, shallow love, gentle as a spring,
and ask only for a love fierce enough to overturn heaven and earth, a wild celebration of passion!
A mighty tide crashing against the shore, a blaze consuming the plains, a terrifying wave of endless darkness surging forth to swallow every escape!
Once we cross the gate of fate, there is no return, not for all eternity.
This love is a brand upon the soul, a steel chain binding our blood, a fatal bond even the Grim Reaper cannot undo.
We hold each other and dance a waltz of falling into the bottomless abyss,
finding illusory salvation through one another in eternal damnation,
or perhaps we are the abyss itself, making our total descent a grand celebration.
