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Mourning
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Each night I await
lost in the vast sea of my bed
clinging only to one hope
you will return again.
Night is the refuge
the sanctuary I seek
daylight is only a torment
a prelude to rapture.
With darkness as your cloak
you come to me suddenly
shadowy perfect and silent
your hot breath upon my neck.
I am molten pliancy
yours completely
whatever you ask I give
your private fount of desire.
You sink into my embrace
cool lips upon my flesh
I surrender all to your touch
a slave to your hunger.
There is no time for me
yet I feel hated dawn\'s approach
mournful and despised
in anguished languor I lie.
One last kiss, caress
your voice against my heart
I am left bleeding and torn;
oh how I hate the morning!
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- Bethany Lerie
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