On a hot summer night when dreams take flight, Will you submit or will you fight; The moment is here and it fills you with fear, But deep down inside your desires are clear; With trembling fingers you slide off your clothes, As somewhere inside the darkest need grows; The lightest of touches from hand upon skin, Gently arousing and drawing you in; Lips burn like fire upon naked flesh, Long suppressed passions waken afresh; The heat of your passion builds like a fire, Lustful need fueling the fast growing pyre; You barely notice the first of the ties, Or the blindfold that slips over tightly closed eyes; Soon tightly bound but amazingly free, Bodies together like bodies should be; One free to move and one tightly bound, Exploring this secret world they have found; Limbs strain the bindings again and again, As desire intermixes pleasure and pain; The sounds of your passion fill up the night, And in your submission the phoenix takes flight.