Tempest
I am the bolt from the sky,
Chars you from within to fry,
Prejudiced I make you cry,
Think before you utter why?
Burn and drench you with desire,
Seek my love and not its ire,
Rock in delight to burn fire,
Pleasure never let you tire.
Hold me to your passion chills,
Take my arms without the frills,
In joy reach deliver thrills,
Fear not for I have the skills,
To seek, charm and fetter thee;
In deep love to embrace me:
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2009
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