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Night Eyes
The night gives her blessings
as we become intimate
The music is slowly caressing
subjects of random fate
With delicate measure
and a ravenous appetite
I observe the inviting pleasures
basking in delight
An orgy of emotions
jockey for position
I apply restraint
preferring technique and skill
It's a battle of the will
slipping at times
yet courageous, still
enjoying every moment
Send me your kisses, Night.
I will be firm
My lover is here, holding me tight
and I'm sending you coverage in return.
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Snowflakes 
