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The Dream
My blood is alive;
It sings a song for you.
Of passion's dream
With eyes wide wake.
This flesh so warm,
Close in the night.
Rapture's sweet kiss;
Lips of fire scorch.
Melting skin with a touch,
Muscles taut in arch.
Soft cries are your name
Whispered on the wind.
Calling me forward into sleep,
Searching for a place to begin.
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