Moths drawn ever forward ready for the dance of the flame. Blinded by passion's light as the hot heat beckons. The need burning in their soul and the hunger growing with every fleeting touch of their lacey wings. I feel their desire when I look into your eyes. Their depths calling me to reach into them and become lost. Delicious is the taste of this yearning as anticipation fills me with raging calm. Eternity is but a touch away. Are you as ready, as willing as I? Now is our time for the dance of passion's flame.