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Oh how I have loved thee in the serenity of my
deepest dreams sweet maid
not once, not twice, but repeatedly
With such passion that cannot be measured
As our lips met the desire within our bodies exploded
we were transported across a thousand
eternitys and back
I loved thee in the Cool air of a spring night
Within my dream you were the taste of passion
my very soul longs for
Consumed in the very thought of
finding such a maiden
my every waking thoughts are of thee
Where art thou oh goddess of my dreams I pray thee
come unto me
That we might feast upon the taste of passion

~Written By Loneheart~

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