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Whispers in the Night Longings slip through my red lips - a long, lonely sigh; Wishes whispered
to the winds, I sit - watch them fly. Desire for your warm touch leaves me burning bright, Waiting patiently for the
silent cloak of night That will bring my love to me; the dancing flame Will wash over us - crying out each other's name. Secrets
shared with you, souls searched in fires burning, Passion's dance makes us one, hearts forever yearning. Kisses blazing
trails of longing, treasures tasted; Heightened senses feel it all, no pleasures wasted. Flying higher through the night,
together as one We sail on rapture's wings to greet the rising sun.
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