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On a cold winter morning
When the chill succumbs
To your warm grace,
I will be the first sunlight
Crawling up your skin
My lips enchanting
Your sufficed hair,
And you will fall numb
To all but my embrace.
Your ears I will kiss gently
And I will hold you in my eyes;
With my lissome love
I will tender your heart,
And onto your soul
I will pour my thirst;
Hence like the moon on water
Evermore drunk shall you be.

Dated 07.15.06