First there must be a question.
Yet not always spoken.
I asked it on the Boulevard that night,
But only in my mind.
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No words escaped my lips.
While you stood there smiling,
Time meant absolutely nothing,
And I danced in your thoughts.
*
Embracing in lands distant and new.
Just for the joy of living the dreams.
Imagining your laughter;
It must be like the siren’s song.
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Something so sweet I would die for it.
So deliciously inviting of much more life.
And even if it meant being cast from the garden,
I would still taste the forbidden fruit you give me.
*
Spellbound by your mystery.
Whatever more could be done
To be sure of your continued pleasure?
Making life into treasure.
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And to serenade in harmony.
As you awaken in bliss,
Surrounded in comfort and luxury;
But only that of your design.
*
Not of blind excess.
However opulent and certainly the best.
Invoking sweat and fire,
Screaming mad, dripping wet desire.
*
Thrust so deep inside your heart.
This sword, a mighty pen.
Words composing enchanting lyric,
Almost lost in paradise.
*
Searching for a way to be your fantasy.
That soothing music to your soul.
All I can be is me.
A haunting song, and a beautiful melody.
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