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