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This love is a hurricane of fire, a billion droplets of little things about you, wrapped in sweetness and desire; I never thought my dreams would come true. . Without warning, I didn't have a clue How much I'd feel in such a short time, Swept away in the blazing winds of you, Yours to the bone as you are mine. . Against all odds, it seems like fate That we should be a perfect match; If it's a trap, I'll take the bait, Lock my own cage, secure the latch. . Too good to be true, I heard you say - My own thoughts whispered from your lips, Embraced in bed as we lay, Drinking kisses in greedy sips. . Don't wake me if it's a dream, for I have never dreamt this well; In your eyes, that warm gleam, Could safely guide me through all hell. . It sounds cliché, and it feels so, A bliss too perfect for real life; All I know is I can't let you go, The thought itself feels like a knife. . And my chest might burst from this, a feeling larger than my soul, My fiery hurricane, in your kiss I burn up like a chunk of coal. .
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Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 8:29 AM UTC
Hurricane of Fire
This love is a hurricane of fire, a billion droplets of little things about you, wrapped in sweetness and desire; I never thought my dreams would come true. . Without warning, I didn't have a clue How much I'd feel in such a short time, Swept away in the blazing winds of you, Yours to the bone as you are mine. . Against all odds, it seems like fate That we should be a perfect match; If it's a trap, I'll take the bait, Lock my own cage, secure the latch. . Too good to be true, I heard you say - My own thoughts whispered from your lips, Embraced in bed as we lay, Drinking kisses in greedy sips. . Don't wake me if it's a dream, for I have never dreamt this well; In your eyes, that warm gleam, Could safely guide me through all hell. . It sounds cliché, and it feels so, A bliss too perfect for real life; All I know is I can't let you go, The thought itself feels like a knife. . And my chest might burst from this, a feeling larger than my soul, My fiery hurricane, in your kiss I burn up like a chunk of coal. .
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Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 8:29 AM UTC
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