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by Silver Wind 6/10/05 |
| The mist rolls over the mountains And a stirring in my being arises The hair on my neck tingles And my senses turn to you. The darkness of the night envelopes me A crow flies by, Then upon the silver wind There comes to me your scent And I know you are close Our souls meet within the mist No words are spoken as my heart races For though miles separate us I feel you Beside me, with me, within me. Your touch is gentle yet firm Breathe sweet but hot on the back of my neck I am weak with in your embrace Enraptured by your grace As your ancient soul speaks to mine I have found rapture and peace For though we have not met I have known you for the ages What I am you may take For thou will is my own My dark prince of the night… For I am yours |
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