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Sombre thoughts of a Bride... Into the cavernous depths of me I take refuge within my breast. Beneath the body a heart beats strong, concealed in a world of desire. My thoughts yield only temptations of You, o come and hold me tight. No one hears the silent scream that calls out from
within. I burn with passion for that sweet night when the dream will wake no
more. I long for it. I desperately hunger, oh how I hurt for that night. How I
hurt for the time when the touch will be Your's and surrender's kiss is felt. I
see the scars that grace your body, the price of a bride they are. I love
them,... caress them and tenderly kiss upon them. They poured out Your Life on
that bitter day when Heaven's tears did fall. A crimson stream flowed unto me in
a bare forest. Filthy and naked You found me lying in sin's deep dark wretch,
and over my shame You flowed. You flowed and covered me in a world that left me
helpless and blind. I ponder these things upon my bed when I have fled into
shadow. A comforting passion that fills my heart with those warm thoughts of us.
You are my friend which brother's love cannot even approach. Merciful and
delightful. All that I desire is found in the secret place of Your heart. All
that I am is found there too. I am Your weakness and You are my Strength. I fawn
over You with want so strong as to leave me shattered in Your arms. My breath is
stolen with just one touch, tis a most precious death. Left helplessly frail and
lost to Your gaze I have no more strength to give. Yet, strangely enough that's
what you wanted, a wife limp in Your embrace. For, the world that holds my every
desire is granted solely by grace. Make me breathless again my Love and take me
there once more. Loose me from this life. Kill me again with Your sweet caress,
let desire take it's flight. Carry me away to Heaven above where angels behold
Your face. Take me away to our special place where cool rain ever falls. Where
the trees do bend and dance within the autumn's biting wind. Where leaves left
fallen upon the ground become the lover's den. I yern for this my sweet desire
upon whose death I rest. Come ever so quickly my dear sweet Dream, for Your love
to me is the best. I close my eyes and quietly slumber with fire beneath my breast. O... here He comes.
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