Passion and Poetry
Midnight thirty
A room softly lit
White velvet beauty
In the corner you sit
Fingers and toes
Painted coral and red
An ivory necklace
On a cherry wood bed
Aura of splendor
Your presence divine
A glint of your lips
You fill up my mind
Lie here beside me
Breath upon breath
Passion and poetry
Is all I have left
Moon through the curtains
Your body a string
To be plucked by my fingers
My angel will sing
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