The tempered heat upon her lip
Silken slip that rested upon her hip
Bosoms bared her open heart
Beating within, but where to start
Cherished seed, upon the dawn by which I fed
Laden by the things she said
I felt her whispers in my head
Quivers fell upon her lips
Where I laid I felt her finger tips
Upon my chest and knowing I surrendered to her feast
Tempered heat, beauty be thy loving name
Entwined beside thine, gentle flame
After thee I shall never be the same
Warmed within your gentle rain
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