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| A Lovers Treaty The campfire cool, the embers still, the flame low till interlude. A guard stood watch high on a ridge for those who might intrude. Cold chills of the night as coyotes howled their tune. Their heads high in chorus beneath the silver moon. Tender sighs of freedom, with heated breath and direction. His hands touched her face, kisses warm with affection. Braille speech in dark of night, brought wanton gifts of pleasure. With hands of an explorer. He sought her fabled treasure. Soft whispers in the night told of lovers sweet caress. Making love amongst the blankets he felt her answer yes. The teepee�s covered love affair, lit only by the moonlight. The moon shifted for a better view melting shadows in the night. The moonbeams quiet silence, took pictures of her beauty. The couple continued heated, passions cries were muted. Soon drums of inner struggles beat their cry of surrender. The treaty signed in kisses sweet ,soft, and tender. Blankets stirred a rhythm, young couples farewell dreams. Love through the night, until slumber nursed the moonbeams. The Masked Writer <-.-> � 2002 T Lovett |
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