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Now, up into his arms, soon you shall know each other's charms, down the shadowed hall, turn to the right, to the Shadrachah, you hold on tight, then, down many stairs, you go, where no light ever seems to flow, darkness holds such fear for you. It seems an eternity of being carried down, as into the darkness, you both do drown, then before a door, his feet do stop, it opens and there is a mighty drop, another door opens on the other side, candlelight flickers from deep inside, floating across slowly, you reach the other end, his lips upon your lips, as his head he does bend, love sings from the heart. Then you both walk into the room, where you now stand, in shadowed gloom, down ten steps, the cauldron there, where you shall be shown, love and care, the bed of night's passion is rising, and to you, this isn't surprising, down the steps and to the dragon bed you run, you are ready for a night of fun, love shall sing in the flickering light. You must lie on the dragon bed, love's mist plays around your precious head, then above you, your love's handsome face, he lowers himself onto your grace, as he kisses your sweet lips, he softly plays you, with gentle fingertips, lips are parted and forth comes a sigh, it shall soon be time, for your hearts to fly, two hearts now becoming one. Temples sing in sweet perfection, the gentleness of love's creation, the chamber alive with sighing pleasure, you are the Shadrach Hah's greatest treasure, passion stirs and desires rise, you, my love, the ultimate prize, but no more do I go on, for my heart sings another song, sometimes love should sing privately. Now, romantic, I don't seem to be, so I leave you now, with dignity, dress you now, come up the stair, my angel, with the Auburn hair, there are those who expected a night of passion, I decided, this time I do ration, my heart grows sad and is far less bold, this can be because I am getting old, my words no longer sing, love's own song, the Shadrach Hah returns, where he does belong. He goes to the cradle of his doom, we shall return to the bed of night's passion, later, my love. Vampire: Vampyre Love Poetry Series.

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A Bed of Night's Passion

Now, up into his arms, soon you shall know each other's charms, down the shadowed hall, turn to the right, to the Shadrachah, you hold on tight, then, down many stairs, you go, where no light ever seems to flow, darkness holds such fear for you. It seems an eternity of being carried down, as into the darkness, you both do drown, then before a door, his feet do stop, it opens and there is a mighty drop, another door opens on the other side, candlelight flickers from deep inside, floating across slowly, you reach the other end, his lips upon your lips, as his head he does bend, love sings from the heart. Then you both walk into the room, where you now stand, in shadowed gloom, down ten steps, the cauldron there, where you shall be shown, love and care, the bed of night's passion is rising, and to you, this isn't surprising, down the steps and to the dragon bed you run, you are ready for a night of fun, love shall sing in the flickering light. You must lie on the dragon bed, love's mist plays around your precious head, then above you, your love's handsome face, he lowers himself onto your grace, as he kisses your sweet lips, he softly plays you, with gentle fingertips, lips are parted and forth comes a sigh, it shall soon be time, for your hearts to fly, two hearts now becoming one. Temples sing in sweet perfection, the gentleness of love's creation, the chamber alive with sighing pleasure, you are the Shadrach Hah's greatest treasure, passion stirs and desires rise, you, my love, the ultimate prize, but no more do I go on, for my heart sings another song, sometimes love should sing privately. Now, romantic, I don't seem to be, so I leave you now, with dignity, dress you now, come up the stair, my angel, with the Auburn hair, there are those who expected a night of passion, I decided, this time I do ration, my heart grows sad and is far less bold, this can be because I am getting old, my words no longer sing, love's own song, the Shadrach Hah returns, where he does belong. He goes to the cradle of his doom, we shall return to the bed of night's passion, later, my love. Vampire: Vampyre Love Poetry Series.