We Loved
We Loved, or was it
Passions spent
You now relent
your hopeless slave
Desire swelled
from deep within
you've enraptured me with
your pleasurable sin
Here we are
hidden by the veil of night
caressed by you
my soul takes flight
In the light of day
you're not the same
as was the night
consumed in love
you called my name
(For Adele)
By sojourner
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