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Feast

I am but a damsel of night
Though I am not what I seem
I solely feast on your love
Within the depths of your dream

Sweet lips colored crimson
Eyes covered in repose
Masculine cheek for my hand
Beneath the moon set aglow

Tender heart beat does echo
Luring me transfixed to partake
Tempting the creature deep within
With such familiar an ache

Oh sweet color of crimson
Say I may drink from your lips
Let me take you into my world
With my loves truest kiss

~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-20-05









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