With crimson hair aflame
through water made untame
She burns with sultry stare
to make our passions flare
as icy droplets slide
spinning down her spine
a tickling teasing track
'til she arch her back
then we are left to sigh
as lusty daydreams fly
And wish, and want
for that which won't
She is sweetly supine
With sordid swing
of supple hips
Such supreme sensation
to see her sway slowly
Her serpentine spine
Surely she is sacred
Let me
Kiss that harsh mouth
and bite those swift lips
while my hand
Slides down your spine
To the small
of your back
Step closer as
I pull you in
Climb my body
As I press you
into the wall
Let my passion rise
A pillar of flame
Seeking to ignite
The well of your
desire
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