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SnareKnitter
The red fingered dawn
brings the purr of new troth.
Scattered thoughts are gone,
halt this wander...this rove.
Our notes call into
the still, thousand-eared night
as fires begin to
bring passion to its height.
Flames under my skin,
breathe warm and humid rasp.
My body melts within
your bold and lusty grasp.
Quench this longing so deep
with tears and kisses like rain.
Come hold me while I weep
for love, the snare-knitter, again.
just beautiful. Great Imagery and the whole thing flowed really well. the last verse is my favorite. I just love the line Quench this longing so deep with tears and kisses like rain. Michelle