(Verse 1) 33 trillion cells roar beneath your skin, Your twenty thousand genes ignite when she strolls in. You chase the fire, not the screen’s soft glow, For the brave, desire’s the path to grow. Wily words on your tongue, tempting sins, You breathe her name — and the hunt begins. (female voice): "El deseo es fuego, y tú eres su llama." (Chorus) Passions should serve edification, But reason fades when skin betrays. Oscar Wilde whispers through the haze, “I can resist all things except temptation.” But you're in too deep to see true Women are dangerous; shouldn't you be too? (Verse 2) Pixel temptations fade, but flesh endures, In her eyes, your destiny lures. Every choice — a thread, a fate, a fall, Your body’s truth will answer the call. Faith guides the hunter where others hide, Virtue or vice, the line’s razor-wide. Each conquest cuts to the bone. The world spins for those who dare, To love, to lose, to strip it bare. She’s chaos, beauty, test, and cure, In her storm, your soul feels pure. (Chorus) Passion should serve edification, But reason fades when skin betrays. Oscar Wilde whispers through the haze, “I can resist all things except temptation.” But you're in too deep to see true Women are dangerous; shouldn't you be too? (Verse 4) You could fade to the pixel dream, Drown in dopamine’s empty stream. Or fight for a queen with eyes divine, Who mirrors fate — and crosses the line. Each breath, each kiss, each thrust, each flame, Is destiny calling you by name. "O destino sussurra entre beijos e pecado." (Verse 5) Now stand as man, not boy, not ghost, On the edge where passion costs the most. In love’s arena, kings are made, The brave will burn, the cowards fade. Each risk, each wound, each burning night, Fuel for a future, bright. (Final Chorus) When fire and fate become one flame, You play the ancient, dangerous game. Oscar Wilde whispers through the haze, “I can resist all things except temptation.” In her eyes, redemption and ruse, She’s the risk, the prize, the ruin, the muse, And every man must choose. You are a man with testosterone coursing in your veins, The Promethean flame burning in your chest, And the star seed of a thousand supernovas in your loins. So thrust, with keen aim, into the soft places that will take it. In the pages of this book, The savvy seducer will glean the wisdom to recapture destiny… with every thrust into the future. with every thrust into the future.
