In The Heat Of The Nite Poem by Willio Etienne

Sweet whisper of word enchanting, and the most softess tender touch start romancing, exploring the magical bliss advancing... As i think of you...you think of me, I love the fact that i could be in love, but I hate the most infidle of ignorance and lust, oh young tender dove you the apple of my eyes the sweetiest among the apple tree; let sit under the shade and feel the breez, watching the dawning of sun and the atmostphere is we i could tell i love you but there more then words could speak....oh flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone let night together and make eternity our home...