Rediscovering myself in fields of desire

Rediscovering myself in fields of desire, My soul enveloped in frenzy, Remembering the sweet pleasure of touch And the charm of a sincere and fervent love. I do not wish for you to shackle me in strictness, But to offer me tenderness and passion entirely, For our bodies, mature flames in the night, Awaken to the call of pleasure, incomparable to anything else. Allow them to share their ecstasy, With every touch, every kiss, every sigh, For nature has bestowed numerous gifts of the senses upon us, Awaiting to be discovered and shared with love. Make each moment a delicate symphony, Where notes of pleasure rise gently and rhythmically, And a woman's body, a hot and slippery field, Accepts your love like a melody on velvet, not harshness. For in the vivid details hides the secret of supreme pleasure, That few understand and know how to bring to life, Not a simple act, but a symphony of body and soul, Where pride and selfishness dissipate and melt into gentleness and passion. I speak to you with honesty, for each time we miss ecstasy, A second chance is just a deceiving shadow that fades away, Fear overwhelms me, knowing that I may never feel again The supreme pleasure of love with you, as desire gets lost in deep darkness. If I were to be truthful, I would prefer not to try, But to let things remain as they are, For pleasure is fragile and divine, yet also mysterious, And in its loss, our souls may scatter without hope.