Your touch weakens my senses,
your love entices my lust,
I dream of you each night,
in your hands I place my trust...
Your beauty engulfs me,
love you, I know I must,
take you, I know I will,
to you, my heart I entrust...
This is not a whirlwind,
but let go with the gust,
for we know this moment,
will not crumble into dust.
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