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Soon you shall know each others charms
Down shadowed hall turn to the right
To the Shadrach Hah you hold on tight
Then down many stairs you go
Where no light ever seems to flow
Darkness seems to hold such fear for you
It seems an eternity of being carried down
As Into this darkness you both do drown
Then before a door his feet do stop
It opens and there Is a mighty drop
Another door opens on the other side
Candlelight flutters from deep inside
You float across slowly reaching the other end
His lips on your lips as his head he does bend
Then you both walk within a room
Where they stand In shadowed gloom
Down ten steps the cauldron there
Where you'll be shown love and care
The bed of nights' passion Is rising
And to you this Isn't surprising
Down the steps and to the dragon bed you run
You are ready for a night of fun
You now lie In dragon bed
Loves' mist plays round your auburn head
Then above you your Loves' handsome face
He lowers himself onto your grace
And as he kisses your sweet lips
He softly plays up and down your body with gentle fingertips
Lips are parted and forth comes a sigh
It will soon be time for your hearts to fly
Your soft brown eyes are lost in his
As once more lips do meet lips
Bodies join In sweet perfection
The gentleness of Loves' creation
The chamber alive with sighing pleasure
You are the shadrach Hahs' greatest treasure
Passions' stir and desires' rise
You my Love the ultimate prize
But no more do I go on
For my heart sings a gentler song
Now romantic I don't seem to be
So I leave you now with dignity
Dress you now come up the stair
My Angel with the Long auburn hair
There are those who expected a night of passion
I decided this time I do ration
My heart grows sad and Is far less bold
This could be because I am getting old
My words no longer sing Loves' own song
The Shadrach Hah does return to where he does belong

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A bed of Nights' Passion.
Date: Friday, 7th November 2014 @ 06:54:07 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: weemick

Now up Into his arms
Soon you shall know each others charms
Down shadowed hall turn to the right
To the Shadrach Hah you hold on tight
Then down many stairs you go
Where no light ever seems to flow
Darkness seems to hold such fear for you
It seems an eternity of being carried down
As Into this darkness you both do drown
Then before a door his feet do stop
It opens and there Is a mighty drop
Another door opens on the other side
Candlelight flutters from deep inside
You float across slowly reaching the other end
His lips on your lips as his head he does bend
Then you both walk within a room
Where they stand In shadowed gloom
Down ten steps the cauldron there
Where you'll be shown love and care
The bed of nights' passion Is rising
And to you this Isn't surprising
Down the steps and to the dragon bed you run
You are ready for a night of fun
You now lie In dragon bed
Loves' mist plays round your auburn head
Then above you your Loves' handsome face
He lowers himself onto your grace
And as he kisses your sweet lips
He softly plays up and down your body with gentle fingertips
Lips are parted and forth comes a sigh
It will soon be time for your hearts to fly
Your soft brown eyes are lost in his
As once more lips do meet lips
Bodies join In sweet perfection
The gentleness of Loves' creation
The chamber alive with sighing pleasure
You are the shadrach Hahs' greatest treasure
Passions' stir and desires' rise
You my Love the ultimate prize
But no more do I go on
For my heart sings a gentler song
Now romantic I don't seem to be
So I leave you now with dignity
Dress you now come up the stair
My Angel with the Long auburn hair
There are those who expected a night of passion
I decided this time I do ration
My heart grows sad and Is far less bold
This could be because I am getting old
My words no longer sing Loves' own song
The Shadrach Hah does return to where he does belong

I shall return to the bed of nights' Passion but only with my lady.

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