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Beyond the Rose-Covered Gate
I'm sensing something familiar as a lost memory coming back and revealing itself in realistic form; glancing at the rose-covered gate without a worm, it looks different, somewhat newer; its color was gray and roses that now cling weren't there...it's so enchanting! Looking closer, I perceive another feeling of elation slowly rising. An old house with long florid windows stood there, beautiful flowers waved on windowsills looking out to the daisy-draped lawn... that was the only beauty it had, then Erica ran down and met me and gave me the most gorgeous sunflower; I couldn't resist the lovely smile in those eyes color sapphire... she was burning like the dry desert sand and asked me to quench her fire! I recognized the passionate gleam in her enamored look, yet fearful as a deer; she led me through the rose-covered gate with unbelievable rush, her fair hand was much warmer than the blood in my bursting veins, we had to explode in passion and emit moaning screams that only the serenading bluejays could hear. There it laid: a bed made of lilacs and jasmines...strong was the aroma I breathed, I pulled her down as someone too desperate to devour and satisfy with eager eyes; and too happy to lose myself in that ecstasy, I became the wild man she needed... chimerical as dreamers, we clung to each other and sighed in our splendid Paradise.
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