Friday, April 11, 2014

Spectral Arms

Oh the utopian games we play
No force on earth
Will bid me say nay, nay, nay

Enthralled, I have been
Ensnared by your charms
You take delight as I writhe in
Your spectral arms

Your voice echoes through the mist
A deep timbre
You have only but to whisper
And my soul can't resist

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