- Erotic Poetry
- Spirit Warrior
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Her spirit warrior of the night, to ease memories of days past.
Heated desire to lend warmth to a Weaver's dreams.
His brown eyes shining out from within the darkness, with a dangerous passionate need to embrace her trembling heart.
As her tremulous lips throb, from this Devil's kisses. she is lost within the flames of desire, forever burning.
Every sensation magnified beyond reason or control.
No thought to the destiny of the heart, or to eternal love.
Where then will this path of darkness lead her soul?
Searching through lusts dim afterglow, trying to flee the inevitable truth, as searching tendrils of fear find their hold upon her mind.
She feels the dawns early chill upon her heated body as her thoughts beg for release from this
torture, and her body's betraying need only craves more.
His satisfied smile reaches out to her from a dream's depth, with a willing promise to fulfill her every fantasy.
He whispers softly. "Come to me, and I will quench your hidden desires, just never request more, for the Master of your dreams exists only in the dead of night."
And once more against her will, her need takes flight.
Copyrighted
(06/23/02)
