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If I devoured your passion, your body, your soul,

if I were push you against the wall take control,

if I were to give you to sensations hitherto unknown,

if I decided to take you and rip off your clothes,

make love to madly, in a whirlwind of love and lust,

would you respond likewise giving me just as much,

and in a cascade of perspiration and a hot grasping touch,

we both reach the pinnacle that causes our frustration to bust,

and just like a dam crumbling under the pressure of water,

I will flow like a river with love and lust right through you.