Midnight Mistress (Revise)
Midnight MistressSilhouette of lunar beams pour from
the jeweled golden chalice, the
Flood of wine defeats a sudden wave of malice.
She walks in the hidden light, she bathes in the
Sea and mist and holds his body in passion's
Twist with heightening moments of locking fist.
She is called by the enchanting skies viewed by
The lover's eyes. Peace is not a part of the
flame that grows within her ember heart.
She is the mistress of the night, she holds
The shimmer of forbidden light, yet stills
the restless torment entice, the light grows
Dimmer!
A gentle breeze touches the scattered thoughts
Of yesteryear, in the sullen rain the heavens
Brings forth its tears.
Rainbows of tinted smiles stretch forth countless
Miles.
Mistress of the midnight hour sleeps warmly in
A field of flowers.
Awaken to the silver moon her beauty walks to
Nocturnal tunes. With radiant passions flow her
whimsical spirit shows.
Her eyes surrender to starlit skies, it echoes with
Heated sighs.
When open to the pure night air, her whispers linger
In the Lunar glare.
If you meet her in the night, caress her with your inner
light, and face her heart with lover's sight and feel
The flame that holds delightful might.
Walk with her in midnight charms, and feel the peace
That fills her arms. Her dwelling you can not miss,
when you find the warmth in her Sweet Kiss.
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