Do you master the fire or does it consume you?
Anger stirs in the depths of desire,
A wild rush, a flickering fire.
It’s not meant for the world to see,
Only in bed, where we set it free.
In the dark, where our bodies collide,
Where impulses surge, where we let them ride.
True power lies in control so sweet,
In surrender, where passion and will meet.
Can you control it? Can you take the rage?
Or does it master you, like a beast untamed?
