When darkness falls her vision is beside me.
Gentle is her voice that can soothe my savage desires.
I will kneel beneath her mantle.
Too find the desires of her treasure.
Locked behind her tabernacle doors.
Fragile and exquisite her touch caresses.
Beating in tempo with the fluttering of her wings.
Her murmurs come sweet and resounding.
Intoxicating a melody of fantasies for me.
Leaving me breathless in the wonder of this moments tapestry.
Capturing the essence of my soul.
I will remember her serenade that enchanted my night.

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