Warming us, moving us, making us sin, 
Passion’s fires, burn deep within. 

As we give in to our carnal desires,
our past consumed by the burning fires! 

While the tempo of passion steadily increases, 
Mistakes of the past, torn all to pieces.

Perhaps we were brought together by fate,
the god’s way of healing us each of our hate.

Our hearts were so hard, refusing to budge 
we thought we were happy, holding a grudge! 

The love that we found eases the pain, 
the love that we make, removing the stain. 

Again and again, with increasing speed 
the rhythm of coupling, belying our need. 
 
The way that you hold me while we make love 
is as gentle and soft as the wings of a dove. 

Growing close, and increasing in size 
you’re moving deftly, between my thighs! 

The fulfillment of needs becoming a must 
Faster and harder and deeper, you thrust 

Begging you, lover, to finish the deed, 
wanting and needing, the heat of your seed. 

We each have finally had our fill,
into my depths your seed spills. 

Where we will end up, is beyond our ken 
Over and over, again and again!
More than simply slaking our lust 
loving each other, rebuilding trust.