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Clouds of Passion
Walking with you on the beach,
As the sun goes down the water
Listening to The seagulls sing their songs to the sea
Our minds are filled with wonder.
Like a whisper in a breeze
My fallen crystal words
Are caressing you.
Feel the touch of my loving hands
Can you feel them, my love?
Let me take you to a place
where ecstasy can be embraced
And imagination flows.
As an exquisite of the beauty of a perfect rose
Where my passion and lust takes my mind
And Burns with the intensity of the purest flame, floating
Ever so soft clouds of passion
You are always beautiful and perfect
There, you stood naked before me
With a shy come-on smile
And your body language speaking.
Kisses soft and slow
And the hot sexual taste in me
Makes my erotic senses rise
In anticipation
Of a wild sensation of fulfillment.
Together, wrapped in our love
I said: “You are beautiful
Like a portrait, framed in gold.”
Making love all night long
Kissing your nipples with my eager lips
Moaning from pure delight
You call out my name—
Crying out in anguished bliss
Sharing an afternoon of ecstasy
As the sun goes down the water
Listening to The seagulls sing their songs to the sea
Our minds are filled with wonder.
Like a whisper in a breeze
My fallen crystal words
Are caressing you.
Feel the touch of my loving hands
Can you feel them, my love?
Let me take you to a place
where ecstasy can be embraced
And imagination flows.
As an exquisite of the beauty of a perfect rose
Where my passion and lust takes my mind
And Burns with the intensity of the purest flame, floating
Ever so soft clouds of passion
You are always beautiful and perfect
There, you stood naked before me
With a shy come-on smile
And your body language speaking.
Kisses soft and slow
And the hot sexual taste in me
Makes my erotic senses rise
In anticipation
Of a wild sensation of fulfillment.
Together, wrapped in our love
I said: “You are beautiful
Like a portrait, framed in gold.”
Making love all night long
Kissing your nipples with my eager lips
Moaning from pure delight
You call out my name—
Crying out in anguished bliss
Sharing an afternoon of ecstasy
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