May dreams of lace and satin skin
enwrap these two, found much akin
for pleasures hid from mortal sight
are theirs to feast upon this Night.--

And in these dreams, enraptured still
By Her handsome Knight of the Quill
Who touches her with His caress
And with His love, Her cup to fill.

Forever thine, am I, my love
my heart aflutter like the dove
that soars o'erhead, and brings to thee
my passion's own sweet sorcery.--

As Passion's fire is kindled high
By all our missives passing nigh,
I find in me desire to win
Thy Favour to mine own chagrin.

My favour shall be given hence
as my desire's recompense
for all that thou hast given me
in written form, thy love I see.--

Souls Afire
by Jordan Avon and Jolene Artemis

Know that I have found in thee
A heart and soul in which to see
A mirror of this love I feel
as now you are a part of me

And as our souls then burn as one
A pyre like unto the Sun
shall our two fevered passions weave
this tapestry of mystery

And in this mystery's sweet bliss
The desperate longing of each kiss
Makes me cry out! Passion's Song!
Rocks me through the night, till dawn!

Wanton passion, deeper still
The need that only you can fill
As your own need, beckons me,
I heed its call and welcome thee.

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