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When your fingers will stroke my face,
And your soft lips my cheek
My heart and passion at top speed will race,
Though I may appear far too meek!
Linked by the minds you'll get closer to me
Slowly our hearts will be one -
Blow with all your rage on me
Like you have blown on none!
Far up there your song you'll roar,
With pleasure I'll shiver at the sound,
Suddenly you'll knock my door
Taken aback I'll turn around,
Your stormy arms will grasp me tight
Like a lightning flash you'll smile,
To escape from your hold I'll not fight,
For, than me you're far more agile.
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Pour on me with all your force,
Drench me, oh awaited one!
Pour on me, quench my thirst, oh Rain -
Till again shines the blazing sun...
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