If I'm the cold that touches
Your skin at night,
The icicles and stalagmites that
Point right at you as would a knife..
I'm a drought until it's night
And I hear you on the marble floor...
Suddenly I feel all wet and alive!
My hands are shaking,
Lips trembling in anticipation 
As you sharpen your weapon to pierce my hide.
Your fire is unbearable,
Its suddenly scorching inside...
Drops splatter at our feet
The warmth fogging my mind.
Your heavy glance intoxicating,
Forcing me against my will,as I keep denying
"Leave me be,I don't wanna be found
I just wanna hide tonight...