I Long To Die In Your Fire

I would rather die consuming fire than live life of a decaying corpse. Tell me o love, what is more joyful than dream of wild love making with woman I love, I desire? What is more healing than the bite-wound caused by fearsome hunger of woman I love? What is more soothing than wild play of teeth and fingers of woman I love? Make no mistake o love I am here in your embrace to die. And I mean it. I would die. I must die. But I would die with your sweet flesh in between my teeth, and your dipping honey in between my heart and soul. I would die a thousand death in every crack of your river, every crevice of your curvy mountain. I would die million times, while touching you, crushing you, pounding you, swallowing you. Tell me, what is so fearful about death? Isn't man mortal? death inevitable? If I must die, I would die in your fire, your sea, your lightning, your hungry teeth. Why should I die death of an unfortunate? Like in a car crash, or suffering miserable senility? I would die young, happy, handsome and beautiful- while singing tune of your twisting ecstatic moan, dancing joy of your quaking kinky waist. I want to live, because I long to die in your fire. I want to die, because I want to live in your delightful sweetness, even after death. Yes my love, even after death. © Arun Maji Painting: Fabian Perez