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Monday, October 4, 2010

Hold me

Hold me so softly
Stroke me so sweetly
Dream-lover, if I could be of your world
Where I am both loved and lover
Sweet fantasies to haunt closing eyes
I am your slave
If I could create you, I would
Dream you into existence
Your long golden hair is like sunshine on my pale skin
You laughed and called it "winter skin"
Are you the embodiment of my laughter, my sun?
Lucian where are you?

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