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A perfect storm
@pseudonymous and I collaborated the following piece :) hope u enjoy!
The dark night is crawling
The clouds are filled to the brim
I'd guess a storm is brewing
If I'm going out on a limb
The night that was magical
With the play of thunder and lightning
When ice was set on fire
By the force of a passionate storm
The lightning dances before my eyes
The thunder drowns out the sound of my cries
So let the fun begin
Which of us will win?
The melting night, the tremors of passion
A blanket warm and a sinful me
There you stood in perfect glory
Not a piece of fabric between you and me
With each wave crashing down
I'm lost in pure exctacy
Am I too loud when I make no sound?
Each move is made erratically
The bodies entwined
Like wires with pure electricity
Raging with hunger
Seeping with energy
Skin like paper parchment
My hands inscribing delicious poetry
The fire raging deep inside
With each touch I come alive
The silky feeling of your skin
The taste of you, my sweetest sin
You are the cosmos of sensual pleasure
A river shimmering with desire
The night sky like a blanket
Of passion and carnal fire
The dark night is crawling
The clouds are filled to the brim
I'd guess a storm is brewing
If I'm going out on a limb
The night that was magical
With the play of thunder and lightning
When ice was set on fire
By the force of a passionate storm
The lightning dances before my eyes
The thunder drowns out the sound of my cries
So let the fun begin
Which of us will win?
The melting night, the tremors of passion
A blanket warm and a sinful me
There you stood in perfect glory
Not a piece of fabric between you and me
With each wave crashing down
I'm lost in pure exctacy
Am I too loud when I make no sound?
Each move is made erratically
The bodies entwined
Like wires with pure electricity
Raging with hunger
Seeping with energy
Skin like paper parchment
My hands inscribing delicious poetry
The fire raging deep inside
With each touch I come alive
The silky feeling of your skin
The taste of you, my sweetest sin
You are the cosmos of sensual pleasure
A river shimmering with desire
The night sky like a blanket
Of passion and carnal fire
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