"Whirlpool
of Love" neil laurence © 2008 hp inc.
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. . she trembled as she touched him restless as a tempest in a storm
in her eyes fires burning swept him drifting
from the shore
in deep
emotion this goddess holds him with kiss so fine
sends hiim spinning to the moon spinning in
a whirlpool of love he’s spinning
. . . a sailor on the wild sea lightning striking on the bow
at the helm but helpless she pulls him down ‘till
he falls
the thunder’s crashing as waves of passion awaken
ghosts of time
sends hiim spinning to the moon spinning in a whirlpool of love he’s spinning
round and round and round
and round round and round and round
. . . in tender arms unfolding searching for a beacon in the night
lost upon open seas yet safe in embers of her eyes
taste of salty ocean breeze blowing cool over new spilled wine
sends hiim spinning to the moon spinning in a whirlpool of love he’s spinning
spinning in a whirlpool of love he’s spinning