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We revolve around your light
Parents of our parents
And all that, that entails
Strength from experience
Understanding from distance
Warmth of belonging
Light of unconditional love
We belong, each to the other … forever
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Just past dawn's first breaking,
Green, and yet artistic leaves
Brush pinks and oranges
Onto a blue canvas
A gently flowing river of light
Gurgles through the window
To pool on the hardwood floor
And upon the bed where we still lay
I will stare at your peaceful face,
Dark hair spilling over your pillow,
For another little while
Putting off the day's labors gladly
Gently you stir, perhaps sensing
My eyes and my heart upon you
While thoughts stir my mind and my body
Memories of the passion we shared last night
What mighty surge of resolve
Will pull me from this reverie
It has yet to come upon me
So I watch in loving contemplation.
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Hard rhythmic Pounding Beat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
Feel the passion, Feel the heat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
Through the crowd the couple dances
Rum and Meth their passion enhances
Faces hot, pulses pounding
Inhibitions quickly drowning
Up against the wall she's pressed
Lips to lips, chest to chest
Trembling hands slipping in her pants,
Continues a fevered, rhythmic, dance
Hard rhythmic Pounding Beat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
Feel the passion, Feel the heat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
Throat exposed to passions kisses
No longer hiding all her wishes
Screaming, “DO ME” in his ear
Music so loud no one else can hear
Juices flowing, finger probing
Hearts are pounding, minds exploding
Deep inside her heaven's burning
Filled with desire, filled with yearning
Hard rhythmic Pounding Beat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
Feel the passion, Feel the heat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
Her hips are moving side to side
Panting, moaning, it's passion's ride
Lips are touching, tongue to tongue
The time is here, the time has come
Hips thrust forward, and once again,
She grabs his hand to hold it in
Light explodes behind her eyes
Brightly burns, and slowly dies.
Hard rhythmic Pounding Beat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
Feel the passion, Feel the heat
Black light, white strobe, pulsing, pulsing
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Born in the Dunes of the Outer Banks
You call Carolina home
Near five hundred years of freedom
Among beach, dunes, and marsh
They call you Ocracoke, Corolla, Mustang
Your lineage pure, back to the conquistadors
You are tenacity and great strength defined
Protected and loved
Your existence now secured
You live beside the creature man
Yet above him, running free
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