many must merely survive alone
bereft of love's warm embrace
but some are never strangers
to their unknown lovers
in strange lands
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she reads in private
heart pounding breathing tattered
swept away by words
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as rules surround her
she's secretly passionate
free to love his words
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daringly she turns
at last facing all her fears
makes a path through them
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her hidden passions
also part of all she fears
which she dares to face
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confronts old passions
opening herself to her
emerging desires
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she faces her needs
in her eager innocence
prepared for pleasure
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an errant angel
introduced her to pleasure
without sin or shame
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work of art herself
smiles naked in the moonlight
woman of silver
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fearing her desires
unsure of her need for love
but wanting to know
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a vessel of love
pouring herself into me...
nectar of desire