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| "This Night" |
| Such splendid dreams of you and I, Sweet visions and fantasies as I lie. I thank the entities in the Heavens above, For granting me the blessings of your love. This night has brought you to my bed, And beneath your fingertips I'm led. To taste the passion and savor the dance, Tis fate that brings us thus, not chance. For the fates conspire in their design, To bring the night and make you mine. It's to your silver tongue I'm wed, And new found peace from words not said. Although we have no need for speech, Your will is mine and my way to breech. For to this night, our finest hour, The scent of musk, the rose in flower. Like feather soft petals newly grown, Our love increases, inhibitions thrown. To the hands of fate we gladly come, Relinquishing all worries and succumb. To the tender tangling of silken thighs, Moon blessed whispers and wanting sighs. To find ourselves in fates own bed, By lust be driven, and by our love be fed. Now drifting in and out of sleep, Cherished images of us I'll keep. The magic of you I'll never lose, Whether near or far, it's you I choose. Always and forever, Charlotte |
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| *soon* |