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Lover, come, Unto my Heart,
With Zealous, Devoted Fire,
And Let me Never turn away,
O, Let me Never tire;
For in the Dappled Midnight Hour,
With Luminous Illusion,
Passion Seeks the Blushing Flower,
And All of its confusion.
Lover, Come, Unto my Spirit,
Gentle let Your Devotion Be,
Pour out Your Fervor, Moment by Moment,
Play my Desire like Symphony.
For as the Moonlit night Expands,
Your Piquant Charms I Eagerly Extol,
Caress my Senses with Your Loving Hands,
And Unmask My Blushing Soul.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original artwork by : Katarina Sokolova-Latans’ka
Another great last line. Wow!
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🙂 Thank You Richard 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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*Goosebumps* Mor, oh wow!!
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🙂 a little steamy for first thing, but… 😉
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Oh yeah, steamy all right!!! *wipes sweat from forehead*
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LOL I hate to tell you but it only gets Steamier from here 😉 (gotta love Romantic Tuesdays!)
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The steamier the better! Bring it on, Morgirl!!! LOL 😉
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Beautiful words, Morgan. And the picture is exquisite!!!
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She’s actually ‘Poison Ivy” but I thought, too, that she’s perfect. Thanks Ever So my Friend 🙂
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Always 😊
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