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Sep 2014
The life of My soul
dances to the music
of You heart
it dances to a breathless excitement
a quickening rhythm
how your flesh burns Me
not the heat of a harsh flame
but with a burning warmth
heat from Your raging passionate blood
under Your skin
Your sweat
like a sticky perfume
so sweet
I dance to this breathless
excitement
You call out My name
and I Yours
in tender whispers
this dance of love
let it know no ending
let the sun vanish
let it never rise again
let Me never see
the light of day
like an eternal vampire
who forever lives in night
oh, the angels
can have there heaven
I see now
it is but a dull
and worthless thing
how Your sweat
seeps into My pores
an intoxicating potion
I am enslaved
by the taste
of Your sweat
on the tip of My tongue
You have become
My universe
My soul
My very soul
dances to the rhythm
of Your heart
Oh, the music of Your heart
Speaks of mysteries
thatΒ Β no creature
ever knew
since
creation began
the universe
is but a wavering phantom
and only You
My love are real.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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