Soft and welcome is the rain
upon some dry deserted flesh
Luring me from dreams again
awaken me from longing rest
Move your hands upon my skin
gently, slowly tip the bow
Play my lust dear sweet violin
follow me where I want to go
My heat is red, my heart beats fire
our bodies entwine with pure desire
Early touches become our dawn
sweating, moving to our lustful song
Taste the passion within our sighs
cradle me like your lullaby
Then rushing forth from front to back
a whirling torrent pulls me tight
Into your arms, between your thighs
my body surrenders, my head is light...
The waters rise, the storm subsides
when morning greets me in your eyes
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