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Old 10-07-2013, 08:17 PM   #37
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Default March 2005

"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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