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Crimson rise of passion



as he was looking at her 
he then and there understood
a new beginning she needed
this lovely girl lost
a bitter smile on her face
a broken star in her heart
and decided he'd try to
as best as he could

he offered to her
a safe harbour to sail to
so she could rest to recover
from the hurt she sustained

softly but sternly
for he know she would writhe
he would steer her decisively
to face her rage against fate
she misguidedly feared
he'd make her anger subside
and demolish her hate
   
his greatest endeavour
would then still have to come 
in tempting her to enter
a world of joy unrestrained
to bare her longing for love
no one else could uncover
for she had been so self-contained

her heart tied in knots
he would have to unbind
he'd have to stir glowing embers
and make her fire burn bright 
to set her body ablaze
a true lovers delight
it was a sight he desired 
in so many ways

he would gently but firmly
make her consent to his touch
so she could feel so sublimely
the crimson rise of her passion 
for the very first time
and explore her own body
like neverbefore





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