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Innocent Innuendo
Innocent innuendo
Illusion turns to reality
Clay oven, fire, heat
The kiss, passion erupts
Standing in the rain, frozen heat
Your body is wet, torrential rains
The kisses become more sensual
The rythym accelerates, faster
Rain dripping down your face
I can taste your essence
I can smell the feminine scent
Your body is wet, I feel fire
The taste of romance
Simultaneously, we collapse
Innocent innuendo
~Rick Berry
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