By Dark Angel
Date: 23 February 2001
Between the Lines
Music to my weary mind and heart
Every moment with her, a singular gift
Low and soothing her voice to every part
In soft and satin circles her smile cools me
Sensous and gentle her fingers on my skin
Silk and magic her kiss speeds fire to my veins
Angelic, she enfolds me, and I am at peace at last.
Tell me, Sweet reader
Can you see her there
as plainly as I've written her?
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