| Saturday, January 24, 2009, 2:35:37 PM |
![]() Love Making If Love is a many splendid thing Let the music play, As our bodies sway To and fro And our lips make claims On each other To feed the hunger Long brewing. If Love’s rose only grows in spring Let the snow melt away As our fingers stray Down below And let our thirst for the other Be quenched By the nectar of desire. If Love is a reason for living Let the sun rise and set Before ever we rest In the glow Of the fire of passion Lit between thighs intertwined To fulfill this need Long denied If Love is a risk Worth taking Let me never stop making Love with you ![]() |
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