Passion Lady, I dream of you.
Velvet red roses I lay at your feet.
A lady so fine, very petite and so sweet.
Like vintage wine, she intoxicates.
Every time I see her my heart elates.
My deep blue eyes just stand and stare.
Her long flowing hair blowing in the air.
Lingering long looks across the candle light.
Love's arresting aroma we cannot fight.
The sweet sounds of love playing in our ears.
Dancing and romancing, we forget our fears.
Slow gentle caresses exploring everywhere.
Flames of passion burning bare.
Deep long kisses that linger thru the day.
We must be in heaven, I surely must say.
Oh, where are you hiding?
Oh, goddess divine.
My Passion Lady,
If only You were mine.
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COPYRIGHT 1998
BY RANDY WRITES
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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