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ADORATION
As I sought the secret places
of dreamlike existence,
a man offered me his hand
his eyes – moon or stars, I am smitten
like a child. I brushed his lips
with mine, twirled,
then danced over flame.
As I sought the secret places
of dreamlike existence,
a man offered me his hand
his eyes – moon or stars, I am smitten
like a child. I brushed his lips
with mine, twirled,
then danced over flame.
last post for now, but have enjoyed visiting this site again. last time i danced over a flame for someone, got burned. not so much a dancer anymore. : ) thanks again for sharing. v.