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DANCING FLAMES
MOOD
As the rain tap
dances on the tin roof
and the wind sings
a new love song,
we lie bare on
the multi-colored quilt
in front of the fireplace
watching the parade of
dancing colors escape
through the chimney.
We share sips of wine
from each other's mouth
as our hands slowly
explore the dancing
flames that are increasing
in hotness as our bodies
spin in a storm of passion.
Thanks, my perfect lover,
for meeting me at one of
our many Kissing Places.
As the rain tap
dances on the tin roof
and the wind sings
a new love song,
we lie bare on
the multi-colored quilt
in front of the fireplace
watching the parade of
dancing colors escape
through the chimney.
We share sips of wine
from each other's mouth
as our hands slowly
explore the dancing
flames that are increasing
in hotness as our bodies
spin in a storm of passion.
Thanks, my perfect lover,
for meeting me at one of
our many Kissing Places.
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