By B.K.
Date: 2004 Feb 25
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Meet Me at Midnight

She drops her eyes
In thin disguise of what
You might read there
She feels your thoughts
As warm and tender
As a night full of stars
With twelve string guitars
To play tantric sway
Of thighs wrapped in sundown
And lips that whisper soft
Erotic stupor of midnight
Wrapped in dawns delicious kiss