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Moorish Night

Moorish Night

    I walk the storied halls of the Alhambra. There I gaze at mosaics embedded in the walls of time. All the while I Dream of Washington Irving. I see you my gypsy woman. Your dark eyes gaze through the black velvet veil. In the trembling moment of awareness, you sing whispered yearnings in the Moorish night.
    Your fingers strum the lute like a lover deep in mystic fervor. Your jade inflection ignites into fiery necklace of song. Your voice is a fragrant come hither, my Galician lady of the night. You pour your burgundy love lilt into my thirsty heart.
We dance, with drums beating the syncopated rhythms of our hearts. Your dark eyes burn like candles in our temple of love.
Written by goldenmyst
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