The darkness comes to
Greet me…
When the night becomes
Cool and light- -
When I cling to my
Pillow- -
My desires are known
To you my love- -
No one else will do
I need you- -
To hold me send me to
That special place- -
That only you can- -
joy lemoine Powell
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