Mistress of the mind, she
chapped my lips.
In quite conversation,
lights on low.
Two silloutes on a window shade,
become one, in ruby moonlight.
Sensation's slaves.
Sleep deprived.
Cuddled, under lavander.
Sunshine, sleeping, sensations
Mistress of the mind.
Mystery Lady..
You.
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