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For All The Ladies, something to warm the day
In The Gallery Of My Mind
As moonlight dresses you in silvered silken grace
the shadows hide your impassioned lovely face
The sweat gleams upon your skin in highlight there
and I grasp this image to hold forever so fair
Your breath whispers across my skin in soft caress
and I marvel at how in moonlight’s gown you dress
Are you real, or dream so sweet I’ll weep if you go
I need you, how I crave you, like a drug you know
The magic of our fire, the burn into our paired souls
we are but leafs, in the storm of our passion’s toll
Bound in the chains of our needs to each other now
the soft steel bonds of our sweet imprisoned Tao
Thank you for supporting our Military, Meg.