Knowing
Capture me
with
a gentle whisper,
a surreal dance,
and white roses.
We kiss in cool winter air
to open our desire.
Stroke my body
but crave my kindred soul.
Soon we will unite in a blue fire.
While I was drunk on your
Power, beauty, and need
I let you
draw strength and fulfillment
from deep
within me.
Lets never leave this night,
Love.
-October 27, 2000 Text file Source (historic): geocities.com/the_real_sedeara/Poetry
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