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Nov 2013
In the morning he was gone,
A silver streak like morning dawn,
That came creeping up my window,
Like a brilliant thief.

Robbing me of ***** nights,
Tender kisses filled with fright,
Stolen from my willing lips,
Like forgotten prayers.

No return to be expected,  
To my lover’s will I’m fated,
To watch him leave and breath a sigh,
Like a child gone awry.

And if I ask that he returns,
To my bed of pain,
My lover will most surely laugh,
Declaring me so plain.

For this house is now a tomb,
My soul is dying in this room!
A gift bequeathed by forbidden nights -  
A daily price for mating rights.
Bionic Woman
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Bionic Woman  Los Angeles
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