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Soft hours Whisper and Sigh,
Breathing Quietly through the Night,
Sweet Music to my Rapt attention,
Like Angels winging in ascension
From this place of want and greed
To a realm Beyond expression of need.
Lilting Symphony Subtle and Pure,
Stirring my Longing for more
And More,
Listening in the Quietest Hours,
This Unintentional Mesmeric Power;
How Your Softest Breath Beguiles;
How Your Whisper Prompts Smiles;
How my Heart will never Deny,
As the Soft Hours Whisper and Sigh!
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~Morgan~
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