Rain passes through quenching the thirst of the parched dry lands.
Lightning flashes and thunder crashes as God clinches his hands.
For he has grown wreary of his creations' greed.
Turning his back on the population. Ignoring the cries during their time of need.
He can't stand to watch as we indure his punishment.
Tough love now will save many on the day of judgment.
The music soft,the candles flickering the light of the room.
Your skin I feel the softness of the apperance it betrays
My fingers you feel at play through your curves.
Your valley I run deep with excitement of my tongue.
The taste of your pleasures I endure every juice.
The touch of my lips you feel its tug of your tingles.
Your emotion running wild as I explore you futher.
Finding my way through your peaks and around the tips I flow.
The sensation of your passion I explode of love for the soul.
As I caress you gently and love you even more.
You find me near your neck whispering sweet love of the soul.
The spots I touch you've never known.
But the love we make together be like hot steam in the room.
But the pleasures we both would indure.
Just from me being the man making love to you.
And everything you are that would make us so perfect in bed.
This one goes out to all of life's setbacks,
And the challenges that one must indure for the better
We've got to push thru this stormy weather, sometimes you must take the good in
with the bad, you must stand up for what you have,
Don't let love slip away with a loose grasp,
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