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[aid] => mick
[title] => A bed of Nights' Passion.
[time] => 2014-11-07 18:54:07
[hometext] => This Is a follow on to Nights' Passion. (Vampire Love Series Poetry.)
[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 2 [informant] => weemick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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