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Midnight Places

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Your midnight words of silk and lace,
I know they came from that special place;
Where late at night your thoughts do stray,
Try as you might, they won't go away;

Forged from need and feelings wanted,
With eyes closed tight your mind is haunted;
Reaching for that which really isn't there,
You must try again, or do you dare?

Hours of night crawl past ever slow,
The embers of passion burn hot and glow;
A breeze through your hair, a slight cooling down,
While sweat still trickles beneath your gown;

You seek relief in pause of your touch,
Imagining others you wanted so much;
All too soon your lust is heightened,
And when it’s over, so sad and frightened;

Afraid of the day and what you might see,
It’s only at night you feel really free;
For there in your dreams and fantasies hidden,
You search for yourself amongst the forbidden;

Alone you’re not, for others are there,
Waiting and wanting, your passions they share;
Yet you send them away as your mind ever traces,
And you try to hide from your midnight places.

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