Furied fire of hearts desire
this taste of salty skin
burning hot this thirst I've got
upon my thought descend
Mistress of the midnight dew
to drink of you at last
playing in the shadows of
the loving light you cast
Embers burn and thrillful yearn
with motions sat to play
words are lost as fears are tossed
and clothes are torn away
Wrapped in nothing more than night
delight in passion's played
hands provoke, give fire to smoke
to dance and serenade
Rising up with lips to cup
with waters rushing in
furied fire of hearts desire
this taste of salty skin
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