''Make a wish'', she says.
''A wish?''
Yes, a wish. She wants him to make a wish
They're about to make love
(again)
and she's lighting a candle.
A red -crimson
Christmas carol.
Their powerful,
combined orgasmic energy
about to be released
is strong enough
to make any wish come true.
So she's asking him
to make a a wish,
''but you mustn't tell me yours,
or I mustn't tell you mine,
just make a wish!'' she adds.
''I already have'', he reassures her.
That red -crimson candle
burning away,
their beautiful passion
fueling their wishes
as they lock eyes,
lock hands,
lock bodies and hearts...
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