during the passion of night dec 10 2009
During the nights of hot boiling passion, when the heat is turned on and our lives begin flashing.
Like a universe where its just you and me, forever and always where there is no where else we would rather be.
In each others arms, from morning till night, when the passion begins the bond fire is lit and it fills oh so right.
To speak to you is like heaven on earth, and its like witnessing a childs birth, the beauty and wonders that it perceives, is like a whole new world of make believe,
Where nothing feels real but we know it is,
like christmas every day and under mistle toe we kiss.
and we hold one another, to lay in our arms,
regardless if there is a fire and they sound the alarms.
we are the cause of this glorious blaze,may we be lifted to heaven one of these days.
For when we wake the day will begin a new, and in my arms i will have you. As we wake to the new summers day, The nights passion will not have went away.
Together we will again have more heat to burn, when its just me and you and our love making we yearn.
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