I find shelter in your dark embrace,
where ravens fly and birds do not chirp,
many a moon shall rise,
and as we walk, it shall provide its shining light,
with hands entwined, through the dark moors at night.
From the dying sunlight we hide,
for this hates our pride,
but let us not take heed of it,
for it has betrayed us mercylessly.
I find refuge in the grandeour of yourself,
which with a deadly attraction,
wraps me inin cantation,
and ou pale bodies entwine,
lured by an ungovernable thirst desire.
Let this night be the beholder of our passion,
of our music... of our irrefrainable attraction.
RQ
Moscow
27/5/10
2:12pm
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