Cool night air kisses her skin like a lover In her arms, she could wish for no other As tongues meet and duel Adding to passion’s fuel Inside of both of them is a roaring desire Burning in their blood like molten fire As his lips glide down her throat She purrs out a soft note Hands seeking and grasping Passion fills them like a flood Coasting on the ebb and flow of the tide They hold on as they begin passion’s wild ride