by william A Cole
(harrisonville, mo. u.s.a)
I move through the darkness of my paradise,
A soft hand brushes my shoulder,
I turn to see the love of my life,
We kiss and the night grows colder.
She looks at me with saddened eyes,
Saying why did you take so long my dear?
you know we only have this chance,
Every one hundred lonely years.
We danced the dance that lovers dance,
Emotions flooded the lust and crave
Savoring sweet tasting ecstasy
As we tossed and turned in the grave
I felt the morning beckoning me
Again we said our good byes
I tried to hold her one last time,
But she faded before first light
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