Late nights with no light bulbs as guidance through the sexual tunnel of hot magma lava flow of fire movie using our hot passion as the climax Like the outpouring of hot oil our bodies starts sweating for sexual pleasure that sexual heat Dopamine is our high our addiction our explosion Our stares makes it clear that we have burning desires that can't be quenched like the fire of our volcano within our own private island We make our own hotels within our bodies You stay in me and I stay in you Biting lips turning each other on climaxing multiple times Now as we collapse on our backs we get cold like ash after the fact