Love - The Taken - Evelyn J. Steward (ebooks that read to you TXT) 📗

Love - The Taken


Sleep deep, young maiden,
for I come to thee in dreams,
lulled by the whispering.


I touch thee in dreamland,
sweet maiden fair.
Do you see how I caress
your gold-tinted locks?


Soft, downy, the feel of your skin.
Peach-sweet. Nectar on my lips.
I drink of thee.


Sleep deeply, young maiden.
Never waken to see
the ugliness that is me.


For in dreams, my rough hands
caress your golden cascade,
down-light, and precious,
a halo framing innocence.


To my mouth, your flesh calls,
peach-sweet, and succulent
in your purity.


I come to thee in dreamland
as I could never approach
in wakefulness,
for your love belongs to another.


Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. December, 1996.

Publication Date: 02-10-2011

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