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One night
Could one night have one hundred hours?
We've so many things to do.
Securely warmed within our bower,
Until dawning passes through.
Beneath moon bathed upon your skin
In luminous, ethereal light;
Hand shadows climb, our hearts begin
Ancient rhythms of the night.
I touch your mouth, so yielding.. soft
My finger urged to trace
This part of you I'll speak aloft
Words only love can grace.
You hold my hand with both of yours
As if you'll not release;
Slow strolling time's idyllic course,
"More moments please.. oh, please!"
Don't touch me.. lest one hundred kisses
You desire upon your skin.
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