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Good night everyone.

57 posted on 02/16/2008 8:55:56 PM PST by Soaring Feather (I soar- 'cause I can....)
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To: Soaring Feather

Is it cold in here?

Until the Dawn

She slips as silent as the night wind into my room
Her gossamer gown sliding from her skin so soft
Moonlit alabaster skin under star that arching loft
And I surrender to her needs, for she is my doom

Warm silk her skin under my hands seeking slow
And she moans in her need, her lips set me afire
Embracing in our soft hot hunger we spiral higher
And pace ourselves till dawn comes and night goes

Sweet the time spent till we are at last truly spent
When fire succumbs to passion’s fall into sleep
And peace takes up before the dawn pleasures reap
A last moment’s kiss and then in silence she went


58 posted on 02/17/2008 12:14:00 AM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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