Oh lover of Thayne beware the dream that was mine
You dance in the shadow of dawn
Awaiting the light of the morn
But take heed
For your expectations may not play out in time
I Jest not when I say unto you
Your skin is so soft moist from my kisses
Like grass after the touch of daw
As you lay me on your bed
You are in complete control of my body
And oh the wonderful thoughts in my head
But my heart is and will always be with an other
With you as my lover
And me as your slave
Your passion is but a drug to my senses
A storm in my brain
Thus as the seasons come and go
If I do nothing it will surely drive me insane
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