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The Perfect Storm
He rode her with a passion his tiller held high He commanded her, but; never once did own Calms her ardent waters; passions as subside Giving respect, allows her to share his throne He commanded her, but; never once did own Forced within her; his very own perfect storm Giving respect, allows her to share his throne By willingness, then acceptance did transform Forced within her; his very own perfect storm Waves ridden, until nothing but; waning ebbs By willingness, then acceptance did transform As into calmer waters, her riled passion heads Waves ridden, until nothing but; waning ebbs Steered by the tiller-man in his direction lead As into calmer waters her riled passion heads He has all but now; put this wild storm to bed Steered by the tiller-man in his direction lead He was never, going to be browbeaten by she He has all but now; put this wild storm to bed Never fearing his mission, in claiming this sea He was never going to be browbeaten by she Calms her ardent waters, passions as subside Never fearing his mission, in claiming this sea He rode her with a passion, his tiller held high
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