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"Waking Dream"
Listen as I recall a memory of a time not so long since past Of a moment long gone, that I wish had been longer last Now I tell you that I had come here before, most often and most freely But that night a face I had never seen before held for me a desirous gaze, so steely Usually nothing could affect me and shake me so deeply where I stood Yet here was this woman, dark as raven looking at me with eyes glowing under desire's hood Moving like a lightning flash, there before me she stood Kissing my soul, with a passion unrestrained I never knew that a passion like that could be in one person contained She kissed me like I was a god, yet shamelessly like a daemon, oh so shamelessly Up until that moment I had roamed along alone and empty I asked myself in that sea of lost souls how had she come to find mine? In that embrace, we moved to our own rhythm, in our own time I mused quietly, who's the hunter, who's the hunted, will I ever know? But when her gaze again met mine, I was reluctant to let it go We danced in our own ritualistic mating dance Holding fast to each other's body and soul, locked in a passion filled trance I thought this moment was far from real, only a dream of heaven above But when the morning dawned, I woke wrapped in the arms of love She my waking dream
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel |
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