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Dark Lady of the NightShe dances 'twixt and 'tween my veins,Dark Lady of the Night by Philthey
My Dark Lady of the quiet wee hours,
Her soft breath wreaths me with flowers,
And her scent is that of the angels.
My angel of the lonely night times,
She who always hides herself from view,
I can feel her presence surrounding me,
Warm and loving, patient and true.
Her fingers tickle and trickle over my skin,
Tingles and fire left in their slow wake.
Her lips meet mine in a crescendo of sensation,
And still I beg for more, still more, ever more.
Passion aroused by the way she walks,
Through the slumbering corners of my mind.
Gentle carress across the walls she finds there,
Watching them crumble to dust before her.
My dear Dark Lady of the quiet wee hours,
Departing too soon as dreams come to claim me.
Her warmth and life drifts and flows away,
And once more I'm alone... 'til next the stars spiral.