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The inner sanctum of my soul is replete
for you are there. The effortless flow of your
essence eases into my being to become the
grace in my inner space. You flood the flesh
with fullfillment, leaving no empty place.
A kaleidescope of emotions color my senses
in the ether where there is no need for defenses
as the joy of cosmic creativity commences.
So softly falls the curtain of conspire, as we
caress the concealment of desire. Not much
prohibition to touch, in the realm of surrender
where love is most tender, and in sweet refrain
the dream is attained.
Eileen T. Waldron 2002 ©
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