No Longer Twain

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Hush Sweet Twilight,

Lift your lips to mine

In the Tender Embrace of Nighttide,

Sigh with my every Breath

While the gaudy Lord of Brazen Day

Bows his head in deference

To your Intoxicatingly Beguiling presence;

Close your eyes and drift with me

Upon the Silken River of Starlight

Until we are no longer Twain,

But One.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Photography by:  Alan Dyer

 

 

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