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She comes to me in the Zero Hour

Her eyes all aglow

Her raven hair framing

Her perfect pale face

The Lady's pink lips call out to mine

She glides on air with every step

As she wonders to the foot of my bed

I feel my heart begin to race

She travels to my dreams

Nearly every night

Her smile is seducing

My senses meet their peek

I can smell her scent

Roses met with her excitement

I can hear the soft rustle

Of her clothes hitting the floor

My eyes scan her perfect body

Following her every curve

As she lays her flesh upon mine

I feel every inch of her silky skin

And I finally taste her

When her lips find mine