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| Speak To Me by Uri Moonraiser Speak to me at sunrise When the night has lost it's battle Against the power of the light Speak to me in the morning When the air around me vibrates From your presence alone Speak to me at noontime When the sweltering sun makes mirages in the red dust That swirls in the wake of your passing Speak to me in the afternoon When a fleeting look from you Gives my heart wings Speak to me in the evening When the glow of the fire Is eclipsed by your radiance And when the night has won again And you come to me on elfen feet With magic fingers on my skin Speak To Me |
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| The Sun of the Superstitious by Uri Moonraiser When the velvet cloak of midnight Has enveloped the eye of heaven And I lie huddled within my furs Alone and longing for my love I conjure him and the dream begins I feel his weight upon me His heat upon my skin And the dizzying rapture of his sensual mouth As he showers with me with kisses My hands catch fire in his blazing hair And his ocean eyes bore into mine With their hypnotic, trance-like gaze And I feel myself drowning In waves of passion His moans and sighs of ecstasy Coursing through my body Like a lightning storm Turn to words of love Echoing in my ear "I seek the Sun" he whispers "for pnly she can dispel the omens, vanquish the signs and symbols, and destroy the demons that bring fear and superstition. Only with her do I find freedom" My body thrills and my heart weeps Aching from vast emotion That comes with love and truth And the knowledge that the dawn has come And now the dream must end But when I wake no dream I find But my love's form entwined in mine The glowing embers of his hair Hang over his turquoise eyes now lidded in sleep The dream is over, the vision remains |
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