Some sort of snake moan....

I want to combust like a column of fire. Hold my hand and we'll burn. Pull my hair back and sink your teeth into my shoulder blade and we'll burn. Burn and scream, and be cinder and smoke and ash.

We can melt together, screaming pleasure into the dark, scratching and gnawing bursts of ecstasy and oblivion out of the sinuous thrust of my hips blistering all of it away, until only a scorched patch of a moan remains.

This is what I want.