He might be the match

But she is the gasoline

Together their desire

Burns away restraint

And all constraints

Allowing the fires

To rage and rave

She drank in the sounds of his pleasure

Her sensual, sweet treasure

Tasting sweeter than her favorite wine

So plump and sublime on the vine

She craves another sip of his sin

Dripping from her chin

Becoming drunk on his heady desire

Intoxicated with his passionate fire