The night closes in around
The heat begins to rise
My fears all subside
Caught in passion, I make no sound
Suddenly a whimper begins to grow
The push increases as the life is passed
A moan that began so low
Escapes... Oh, if this fire could last
The pain is felt, deep within
The passion overwhelms the mind
At last the peak is coming
My eyes the explosion blinds
No drug can match the high,
As we collapse together with a sigh.
DW
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