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A candle flickering, slowly burning
Greets pale moon rising, dimly learning
How their light stirs passions, churning
Within the night.

A man, a woman, in shadows lurking
Aroused and sensuous, then perking
Up, their hearts start pounding, working,
Soaring to new heights.

Then together some wine they sip
Brings embraces, they touch lips
As quivers stir deep within their hips,
Ever so slightly.

With undue haste, no time to spare
The pair throws care into the air
Lying side by side, naked and bare,
Oh, such passionate sight.

Clothes like leaves fell to the ground,
Their throbbing, swelling, surging mounds
Join round on round of moaning sounds,
It feels so right.

Four hands roam wild, squeeze and test
As surging passions rise to crest
And mutually they each conquest
With all of their might.

Their passions crest, and then subside.
Her wish for him, linger, abide
Here on my breast, and deep inside;
OH ... such tranquil plight.

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Written in prison June 06, 1991.

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