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"Unchained Melody"
LOVERS' PASSION
In the whispery song of the evening,
the Lady stands wrapped in her dream,
of the Knight that has power of her being,
and their love in reflected moonbeams.
She walks in the garden remembering,
as she anxiously waits his return,
and she holds all his love in her memory,
and his passion and touch she yet yearns.
Through her dreams comes the soft sound of hoof beats,
and she turns and walks down to the glade,
her cheeks blushing deeply with love's heat,
in her mind are the visions they made.
From the trees steps her lover long trav'ling
as she stands in the silence unheard,
and he holds her and feels body trembling
while in passion they speak not a word.
With his touch, her craving and desire frees,
as he strips from his shrine lacy dress
gazing in passion and fiery need
at the beauty of her nakedness.
In desire he pulls her against him,
raises head she in shyness has bent,
caresses lightly her bare shoulder's soft rim,
and breaths deeply her sweet musky scent.
And his passion becomes more compelling,
questing hands trace her body's outline,
and the need starts a fire so impelling
in abandon she arches her spine.
She reaches in hunger's insistence,
her hand urgently stroking his chest,
trembles as fire melts resistance,
his lips greedily seeking her breast.
And their thirst becomes ever demanding
pierced by the strength of their need,
and the fire more deeply commanding,
'til he covers her passion with greed.
The blaze of the fire quivers pulsating
and flows like the waves of the sea
and desire explodes ever satiating
two lovers in sweet ecstasy.©
1-1-98 RAC
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