By B.K.
Date: 2004 Feb 05
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The Thrill of Pale Moonlight

In the thrill of pale moon night
In silken gown of winters light
She flows across your passionate pleas
In sirens song she sings your lead
She bends and shapes to fit the dream
In tantric glow two souls surge the seams
Of all the madness as this world fades to day
She then kisses your brow and steals your heart away