To set you on fire

I don't need a setting

Or your mood

Mine is enough

To set the ball rolling

Even if you are drained

I would prefer to have you

Then and there

On the floor

As you return from office

To raise your temperature

I would wear my nudity

With my tresses looming

On my swinging breasts

And the twinkling nipples

Assaulting your senses

The bulge on your trousers

Strains

I take you then 

And there

By the door

Riding you

Till a chilling tranquility descends on my flesh

I set you on fire

Unmistakably, 

To quench my thirst!

©LR