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Oct 2014
Oh, I took a walk
through the dark streets of London town
all alone without a care
Oh, it was a dark
and misty night
when I spied a form
lovely in shape
a form
as lovely as could be
like some angelic form
come down to earth
how I was at a loss
to approach You
I could not resist
I placed a hand
on Your soft and lovely shoulder
" Miss You should never be alone"
You turned
I was taken by surprise
a haunting form
and a haunting face
as soft and lovely
as the dark and sacred moonlit night
a fire burned in Your eyes
as bright as a thousand suns
yet as soft as the butterflies wing
a wicked passion
a wicked hunger love
that says, " I want more and more
without measure".
It seemed to fill the whole universe
Oh, mortal woman
or spirit come from the earth below
or the heavens above
somehow I knew
You were not heaven born
Oh, then I knew
heaven I shall never see
they all say
"heaven is  the place of pleasure"
"heaven is the place of delight"
Oh, they lie. they lie.
I  saw hell in Your eyes
Oh, woman or demon
master of My soul
Your soft cool touch
makes Me feel eternally alive
Oh, to what ever heaven or hell
or underworld
or seat of the gods there be
to hold You in My arms
is My only desire
My only reason for being
no creature like You before
ever lived
Oh, goddess of My soul
be You woman or devil
or ghost or some
fiend in the night
You are My only, My all
Oh, I will hold Your
soft dark lovely form
in My heart
forever
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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