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Perfect Storm

Perfect Storm

Wet
From your soft whispers

My ears drink in
the delicious nectar of your words

Sweet lips 
stir deep passions

Scirocco winds envelope us
the storm grows hot

Following the perfume
I seek the source of your wet

Velvet folds swell and open
my tongue translating 

Sensuous runes
on your outer gates

My lips utter silent words
the ocean rises and swells

Plundering deeply
into your Storm Temple

Scorching waves crash
Thunder and lightening erupt

Joining, we are
the perfect storm

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