Ms. Valentine Serenading Mr. Cupid

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

Friedrich Nietzsche

My siren songs echoed in the night, whispered upon your skin, tenderly felt
Entangled stars captivating once dealt  
Beautiful sentiments to make the mind melt  
My inner temple wet life silken rain pelts    
I cry out for your weakening touch tonight  
Gyrating bodies generating more heat than light  
Butter rum craved  
Rain your love down on me, as emotions softly cave  
Passion overflows from the sweetest love ever made  
 
No soft silver amulets to ward off its call        
Standing to remain from the spiraling silent fall        
The moon so grand in its magnetic force        
Hungering for my heart, my mind my sweetest vows of choice        
Caressing the skin of such hidden fires        
Surrendering unto the taste of the mind’s kindred desires        
Temptation in Cupid’s arrow aiming from the skies above        
Orion’s melody of relentless love        
          
I cry out for your weakening touch tonight    
Gyrating bodies generating more heat than light    
Upon the universe butter rum craved    
Rain your love down on me, as emotions suddenly cave    
Passion overflows from the sweetest love ever made

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