Setting in the presence of a crimson candles glow
Gazing through a window that the rains tear drops cling onto
Feeling the icy breath of the breeze
From the beast exhaling his wrath
Chills tingle upon my bare flesh
As I gasp with excitement and a delight so sweet
Silver frost blankets a wild rose
As it sparkles in the moons twilight
Through the land a soft melody sings
From a roaming wolves soft cries
Blades of wild grass sways back and forth
Chiming an enchanting tune
Bewitched I am of this raw untamed land
That seduces me from rectitude
O’ how I desire this febrile affection
I ache with such pleasurable pain
Such gentle caressing with intense perfection
While gazing at the tears of the rain
Lisa ‘09
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