Thunder and lightening
rain against the window pane
the wind whispers, slashes, and willows
Our passions spent
as the night goes on
I'm lying here in your strong arms
There is no place I'd rather be
than in your arms
smothered with kisses
close to your heart
Safe from all mischief
safe from the storm
safe as a new born babe
in it's father's arms
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