Glorious night of desire,
A thousand dreams are spawned
Involving your dance-floor bracelets
And magical golden earrings
Creating love in the moonlight glare
Of the intoxicating city.
The avenues of street-car lights
Are as deeply in love with you
As every man who sees your dark hair
Caressing your goddess shoulders.
I will supplicate you for a millennium
And teach every awestruck boy
To obediently do the same.
U, beautifully heartfelt penning, romantic to the core... but remember, every goddess must treat her god similarly.... t x
AND WELL YOU SERVED HER, SO IT WOULD SEEM.... Sterling write, my good friend....Good to see you quilling again. FJR
Hope there is a woman you can send this to, Uriah. It is lovely. Raynette
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Intense, lyrical and very moving. World class write, Uriah. As always, Sandra