Her love was a fountain
Birthed from a sparkling mountain stream
Now a torrent of raging desire
His touch sending flames through her being
His irresistible sensuality
He took her breath away
When he first took off his dark glasses
Those striking blue eyes
Took her away to the depth of his soul
Bright as sunlight
Illuminating her being
Merged in sensuality therein
Tantalizing shivers of ecstasy
Absorbed in each other
His love raging
She his desire
To douse his fire
his love raging she his desire to douse his fire. a great thought.
Love is a fountain, mountain, so maintain.......... ha ha! Well write!
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I would like to translate this poem
xlent write. i can not deny the brauty of such beautiful write.