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Sometime
later, when the rain slows;
to a soft whisper,
my heart stills too.
It is the dawn and the sun
glistens through the raindrops
on the windowsill.
I feel warm and calm,
like the puddles after the storm,
like ripples of windbreath
making their images quiver and pulse,
like a mirror on feelings
that well up in my singing eyes.
Sparkles of lightning
whisper distantly
and I sigh my love as I lay
melted under you.
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Three
Times A Lady |
I
stand before you so willing to entice.
I love to tempt you with sexy vice.
I reveal your treasure as bare skin delight.
I long for the start of our endless flight.
So sing of love with a raging fire,
but touch me gently to your heart's desire.
Sensitive is my heart... yours to steal;
it flows over with passion and romantic zeal.
To you this day, I give silent repose.
For our love is so beautiful like a delicate rose.
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