Falling rain cannot extinguish the fire
of our passionate interlocking love
as the clouds burst and splashes grow higher.
Our holy embrace is blessed from above,
rasting what had been my utmost desire
of our passionate interlocking love.
Each sweet second seems sensually long,
drowning within feelings of affection.
Using the sweet sensual tastes of tongue
we wash away all our imperfection.
But for lack of air I’d break into song
drowning within feelings of affection.
Our love was baptised by falling rain
softly singing “safely: be ascertain”.
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