Its a tender love,
This dream inspired.
As sweet as a young lover's first evening kiss.
Gentle is the move,
Though nocturnal fired,
When the fierce night's love brings such bliss.
Alone, sense fills me,
Impressed to the part.
Drawn am I to to the touch of memories time;
Imagined, enlarged free,
Beating in love, my heart,
Blood-filled with pride and youthed in prime.
In raw-day open light,
No draw is the pull.
Oh, tender-sweet imagined is nights' scheme.
Take me to the silent night,
No passions ever to cool,
All pleasured in response, fire's nocturnal dream.
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