Wind of Passion, Fruit of Love
By nyjohn00
The hot wind of passion Blows oh so strongly for us It wraps all around us As a lovers embrace All it takes is the thought of US To make this wind blow The slightest thought And the need doses grow It brings on a fever That only our kisses can quell It makes us a delirium Only US on our minds This hot wind brings the promise Of the ripe fruit of ardor As the hot winds of summer Our love does come true This sweet passion The nectar or love Flows from the blessed The blessed in love Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 12:50 PM PST, John 0 • 8
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