Your Lair
By Alain
Your lair is encircled with eyes of flaming fire. The shadows of your semblance shines, sparkle, in the night. Your eyes are petals night-hidden guarded. Your lips are soft-peach. Your hands harvest the wheat of my longings. I desire to have your meekness! Every day, I want to see you as the first time. I want to polish you with my kindness. I want to shower you with tenderness. I want to speak to you with silenced language. I want to live in your lair. Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 08:11 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Your lair is encircled with eyes of flaming fire...."