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When your ruby red lips
move across mine
it’s like tasting a very fine wine
and ignites the flames of passion.
Raising that kiss of fire
that arouses passions deep.
That kiss of fire
that devours our soul.
That kiss of fire
that makes us whole.
That kiss of fire
that warms the coldest night.
That kiss of fire
that ignites our loves light.
That kiss of fire.

David Harris