When the tornado meets the volcano
The earth and the moon will tango
to the primitive call of love
from the deepest recesses of the soul
Ancient in its intention
Lust and Love and Spiritual ecstasy
Wrapped up in a delicious cocoon
writhing in orgasmic swoon
Lover's lips that meet as one
their magic love story just begun
under the spell of the sinking sun
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