There was a fire that burned in her eyes. A fire that burned of sexual urge. I saw that fire and I knew that I could satisfy her sexual need and fulfill, surpass and replace her wildest fantisies. I turned off the lights as the fire burned brighter. As soon as we reached climax, the fire that was in her eyes was kreeping into my eyes and under my skin, igniting my passion to seemingly unreachable levels. She screamed with pleasure and extacy. I nipped at her neck as I was going to kiss her. If only this passion could last forever. We eventualy stopped, still locked at the lips, the fire was still burning, and forever will be.