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[title] => Prelude
[time] => 2008-01-14 12:06:07
[hometext] => A dream ? Maybe more ..... A fantasy? Assuredly less
[bodytext] => My eyes drink from this gilded cup, this dame with skin so fair To lift that chalice of nectar sweet, to once more drink I dare For what I've seen and yet to see, I cannot get enough This lady fair and what she shares ... partaking of her love But love is not the offering, the only thing to share The lust confined deep inside, her passion yet to bare. This creature comes into my life and just as quickly goes. I see her still, my eyes to fill, how can she really know. Sometimes at night, I ponder flight her fragrance fills the air My soul takes wing, my spirit free to follow anywhere A sound, a smell, a slight caress these things do I desire my arms embrace, her garment of lace, her heart to set afire to lie with her and her with me on sheets of satin white to rid what's left of life's regrets in throws of sheer delight days to dream of what's to come ... the nights are yet to be for when I wander deep within.... her lust she'll share with me Until that time the nights do pass ... go by without a sound when freedom finally comes our way, true love yet to be found One day I'll look beyond the miles, my eyes rest on her face I know what is and yet to be, I know not time nor place. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 289 [topic] => 33 [informant] => UnknownLegend [notes] => 1) Edited for spelling, as requested. 2) Edited, as requested in Site Help. - Moderator_14 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 24 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SecretLove )
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