Saving Day Light
SAVING DAY LIGHT
I’m the weaving dancer of passion’s delight,
Twisting in between the shafts of the rainbow,
At twilight, but saving day light for my pleasures
Hidden desire, I do this for he my master of fantasy.
For him, I am the dancing gypsy, shedding my silken vials
Asunder for the rheum man, whom makes my heart
Beat. With thunders roaring flash of loves stormy weather.
A castaway’s dreamer of desires unquenchable thirst,
Even though I’ve been swallowed whole, beneath his
Ocean’s cresting tidal waves of erotic persuasion.
Oh in the light of his saving day light, let the sunshine
Sacred rays, shower me with illumination’s passionate
Honey comb kisses, in the golden hours within his arms,
This cupid who’s disarmed this maiden of the sultry sea.
Within his blue eye I’ve ascended to the heavens
On pleasures unbound wings, touched the face of
My maker, then plunged at a free falls hastened pace,
Clinging upon devotions everlasting love, I’m a defeathered
Dove, seeking one last moments sigh, from he the
Master of this flightless bird of paradise.
Cruel is the slow night’s waltz to come, for I must
Leave this man so loved, by dawn’s light to rise
I so shall claim him once more.
Until then do I so dream of ecstasy’s reclamation,
By savings light of graces gentle whispering, come
Unto me, I’m waiting for thee, within these
Silken sheets of seduction.
I’m a dethroned princess, who would give up
Her kingdom’s precious fortune, just to be united
To him forever, this my black night of daylights
Unsheathing, behold the king of hearts desire,
Claims his queen of pleasures pon.
I’m the weaving dancer of passion’s delight,
Twisting in between the shafts of the rainbow,
At twilight, but saving day light for my pleasures
Hidden desire, I do this for he my master of fantasy.
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