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My lover knows my needs
she greets me in rose gardens
of the hidden recesses of my dreams
my needs she meets
when we greet under purple skies
we dance we forget we find sensual
trances in the flame of passion
lights the soul
the needs of the dreams of two lovers
who exist in the conscious who
lie in lust and dream somewhere between heaven
and hell...