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And When The Morning Comes

And When The Morning Comes

When you reached out and touched

Do we know, can we see, will we feel
what we've known, what we've seen, what we've felt.

At the moments we knew, simply seeing, and feeling,
that instant,
most precious, 
the most treasured point in our lives.

For so quickly it seemed,
all our times were as one, 
but so short in the paths of the world. 

Just a minute it took, that was all, then we knew,
we could see what we were,
we could hope that we'd feel,
as we lingered and kept it alive.

When you reached out and touched, 
as you stroked on my arm
in the way that you have,
gentle spirit,
our passions unfurled.

Was it wrong,
Was it bad,
must we not do the things
that our minds are revealing,
the urges,
the ardor we feel.

I release you,
dear heart,
I relieve you,
dear one,
let us go on completing our journey at last.

We shall let ourselves free, 
sweetest love, sweetest dove,
we must open ourselves,
let our souls and our bodies fly free.

We will share ourselves wholely,
and simply,
in the most precious, generous of ways.

We will sing out the songs of emotions,
of our lust, of our thirst,
as the flowing desires are spent.

For tomorrow will come with our bodies entwined,
exposed and revealed,
in the shrouds of seduction,
consummated, fulfilled, 
and pure.



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