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Magic

O' what enchanted spell is this
Falling breathless from your lips
That keeps me held here in longing
Wanton and aching for your kiss

O' what magic charms, I ask
Do your teasing, seductive hands now use
That lures my body now to bend
And to bloom as a flower before you

O' what lovers' potion is in your flask
Is it one, my lips, did as well partake
As I sing your name in passion cries
In place of these calls of heartache

Oh please won't you answer my query
O' what sweet spell have you cast
That keeps me burning for your touch
In the serenity of passions' aftermath

~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-7-04








 
        



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