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Member Poetry

The Dance

Come, take my hand and follow me
as the music of lust unfolds.
Let me lead you through the steps of the dance
as the tale of passion is told.

We will float to the music of passion
the rythmn that comes from within.
The melody made of our dreams and our sighs


Ephemeral Dreams

Just beyond the grasp of loves hold
an emphemeral image of dreams
once thought lost.

Floating amidst clouds of fantastical dreams
merging into sensual swirling sensations
diving deep into dark pools
of cold lust to the depths measured in arousal.

Yet spectral...