�MYSTERIOUS STRANGER

Mysterious stranger the night is calling me from afar. I wonder where you are. To be a lover of all time, to be the mysterious stranger. To meet upon a rendezvous for two. To sip a glass of wine with you . To gaze into your penetrating eyes and study your soul. To teach you what a woman is created for. To learn what a stranger in the night can be to her. To discover your innermost secrets and let you tell her all.
And even show the battle scars that are not so far away. But, let her erase the pain of all the wounds and kiss the night away, with bliss.
Ecstasy will be a Paradise for two when the stranger finally trusts you. And the mystery prolongs through many a night with the moon shining through a candlelit room and the silhouettes glimmering into the starry night, with sighs and mysteries unfolding into another morn. Is he just a dream? Is he another scheme of things that can never be? Or is this mysterious stranger a reality? Do we know the fiction from the truth? Or is he just an illusion? Can the passion be denied? Or is intimacy a naughty game? Or is it a true fusion of body, mind and soul? Can the story be told throughout centuries of ole'. That lovers will always be, and always meet. That a mysterious stranger can be a spark of starlight into a darkened night, and a ray of sunshine within a gloomy day. A friend or foe? But the lovers in the night know the secret of life, and the love that can truly grow. Then the mysterious stranger will be a stranger no more.




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