Slender Figure,
Garbed In Black.
Hair Like Flames---
Dancing Around Her Face.
Soft Embrace,
Warmth Shared.
Gazing Into Eyes,
That See My Through--
Knowing My Feelings,
My Thoughts,
My Very Soul.
Gentle Touch,
Left With The Climaxing Sun.
Miles Seem Further,
Hiding Behind Black Lenses--
Trying To Shadow My Feelings,
My Longing For You To Return Once More.
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Draven Taylor (1995)
