Heat
Her songs come and make love to me
each note stroked so enticingly
they twist and they twirl
engulfing her pearl
I reside deep in Calliope
Entwined we are starved by the night
two souls that are holding on tight
'low passionate skies
entranced by her eyes
I make her my lunar delight
Tongue tips and teeth that desire
true love that's burning on fire
stare down our sure death
both gasping for breath
this heat can't get much higher
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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