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wicked shadows
wicked shadows
I dream of you my little slave,
your eyes are luminous
like the harvest moon
reflecting off a shinning pool
and the wicked shadows
dance across the magical stream
as you stand in your
silver evening gown
with your crimson hair
on flame as the sun set low
you are forever my slave
as I see your face when
I look into my dreams as sounds
of thunder pounding in my ears
connecting you and me
like no one has ever done
my desire to feel you in my arms,
knowing you are mine for all time
as I lay you back upon cool, honeyed silk,
move to bonds you, to my bed
as I view you with ravenous eyes
keen now, to feed my insatiable hunger
passionately savor the nectar of carnality
impatience, for a kiss, lips softly part;
I move inside, enveloped by eager flesh
as my body embraces, bonding to yours
now forever as Master and slave
and yet you look at me with
such knowing eyes,
as if to tell me that you
trust me with your heart
our passion we share unites
us as one fulfilling our desires
a divine feeling to our love
evermore
but as I wake from the dream
I am bathed by the subtle orange
glow of morning,
my heart is heavy knowing pain
of a another day with out you
I dream of you my little slave,
your eyes are luminous
like the harvest moon
reflecting off a shinning pool
and the wicked shadows
dance across the magical stream
as you stand in your
silver evening gown
with your crimson hair
on flame as the sun set low
you are forever my slave
as I see your face when
I look into my dreams as sounds
of thunder pounding in my ears
connecting you and me
like no one has ever done
my desire to feel you in my arms,
knowing you are mine for all time
as I lay you back upon cool, honeyed silk,
move to bonds you, to my bed
as I view you with ravenous eyes
keen now, to feed my insatiable hunger
passionately savor the nectar of carnality
impatience, for a kiss, lips softly part;
I move inside, enveloped by eager flesh
as my body embraces, bonding to yours
now forever as Master and slave
and yet you look at me with
such knowing eyes,
as if to tell me that you
trust me with your heart
our passion we share unites
us as one fulfilling our desires
a divine feeling to our love
evermore
but as I wake from the dream
I am bathed by the subtle orange
glow of morning,
my heart is heavy knowing pain
of a another day with out you
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