Night
Dreams swirl like fog,
In darkened hallways,
With locked doors.
Her hands feel me,
Eyes touch my body,
Only in my mind.
Reserve a place for her,
As the stars cartwheel,
In the dead of night.
Moon lit silver wings,
Dancing candle flames,
Move, inside my mind,
To Her.
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