The purple aura of passion
sweeps through the valley
of my hearts contentment
Enchanting thoughts wander
touching my thighs with sighs
so that I am entangled in bliss
A magical night without you
just a candle to light my way
traveling the wasteland of alone
The imagination of secrets,
dreams and truths emerge
turned into a mirage of love
It has the scent of satisfaction.
Sylvia Sammons Spivey
2-17-2006

sweeps through the valley
of my hearts contentment
Enchanting thoughts wander
touching my thighs with sighs
so that I am entangled in bliss
A magical night without you
just a candle to light my way
traveling the wasteland of alone
The imagination of secrets,
dreams and truths emerge
turned into a mirage of love
It has the scent of satisfaction.
Sylvia Sammons Spivey
2-17-2006

