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Midnight Rendezvous

I am the haze that shadows your gaze. An unseen portrait that releases your name. I am a leaf in mid spring that carries your words. In the night we ride through a prairie of vengeance and enter love with red ink painted on our hands. Tis but the day we cry that never shelters one. One on one is split and ripped of desire and love. Combined are three molested moments to make minutes seem like lifetimes. My midnight rendezvous with a knight on black steed. Powerful and gallant was he when he rides with the honor of our ravaging luster of greed. Twas unique. Innocence devours each. Timid in the glare of the flare between two lovers is brief. Tis but the grin that failed to leash an answer to he. What a clumsy thief he turned out to be!!! Heart to heart beats in vigorous strokes within deep corners of deliriousness. Once upon a night we awoke Lavishing in the nightmares of dismal fantasies. Virulent kisses. A venomous snake and its tongue against my cheek. A Midnight Rendezvous with death and shattered magic with he! Gliding through the thickness of your wind-blown mane; gluttonous is your bite When I drive you insane! Gallantly he rides in and thieves the sin of your fury at keep. It is funny, It is faint, It is what makes you weep. Execute the words of what seemed like a late September breeze. Exposed is my skin to your scales and teeth. Enduring is my soul when the night seeps deep. Elevated eyes to meet with the sun. Eagerness has shunned one into getting none of this quixotic rage. Intoxicated am I when wrong stepped with a whip. I am drugged with your kiss and enticed by your lips. Rabid is my breath when I breathe in the plot that deplores you into being not but the incompetent fool! Dwelling inside you is what makes me scream. Dwelling within passion is what makes you fume with love and dream of nothing but dark and cold fantasies. Damned are you! Tis not a rendezvous but a straddled soul that eludes you and me into midnight glory.

Midnight glory!!! No midnight glory when love is reproduced and shared with two. Now it is just A Midnight rendezvous without you.

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