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Sing of that moment of rapture! |
| Autumn’s chill rushes in Carried on whipping winds Outside it’s cold and dark We spoon together and light the spark Whispers wrought on winded breaths Divulge desire’s wanton requests Hands caress your body soft Fingers hold hot steel aloft Under covers quivering lips explore Ripples of fire I can’t ignore Pools of passion’s perspire form In spaces where bodies warm United now in carnal thirst This passion play is well versed Our pleasure now in custody We sing of rapture’s rhapsody |