Secret thoughts trace the outline of this night
With all that is mystical in the burning dark light
A shadowy figure appears from a dream
His purpose unknown or so it may seem
I close my eyes and let him begin
Falling into his arms we breathe passions of sin
Our bodies filled with a compelling need
To touch and taste and plant the seed
Somehow he knows just where to touch
Desire spreads with such a rush
Fingers tease and find a groove
Beneath him I begin to move
In rippling darkness we shudder with pleasure
Inside each other like birds of a feather
Love is an angel disguised as lust
As sparkling gold now turns to dust
Bodies collapse in frenzied release
As the reality of time seems to cease
As luminescent darkness covers the sky
We rapture the moment and never ask why
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