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Where Love Takes UsMy love is more often sweltering hot beneath the pensive gaze of tender thought from your fire and brimstone kind of kisses. I am lost in the heatwave I have brought, caught in the new drama of desire sought. My heart beats out a love song to be sold: a song of your heart once again retold and sung with pulsing to our Love's refrain. A miracle is waiting to unfold, its value and worth beyond that of gold. I seize hope driven by the catapult of Love's ever firm and tender handhold. My loving arms the bearer of our dreams, the holder of my earnest-fashioned soul given to your heart so steady; yet bold. Hear the urgent call, my predestined Knight. Feel the pulse of my far-reaching delight as it rushes fast to our sea of need. I am lost in your embrace in firelight and seek what must be by cover of night. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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