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Wings of the Night Envy

Wings of the Night Envy

The most spectacular feeling, the flight into your arms tonight

I have begged for these precious moments, with my wings spread

So very far, into the moments, of a melting desire, and your hot rush

Of blood that pours into my soul, my heart has now found, what I dread

Might not ever be, though like the falling star, my wish came true, out of the blue

I wonder no more, my eyes look deep into yours, the depths of the sea, none deeper

The feeling of awe, when we passionately kiss, the sky with its bliss, sends us free

As we fly with the wind, the translucent images of our spirits, the native heart, the touch

My wings of the night, have found you, the dream come true, to love you, to feel you

The night hawk flies with us, leads us to a more perfect world, to honor the life

We must follow, the search, the truth, now I fondle your velvet skin, as it touches mine

To see you, to love you, I soar, no longer afraid to let go, with every breath, I strive

To come closer, and closer, in envy with the mood, the moonlight glows upon our shadows

Wings of the night, take us away, far away, to another day, we once again, envy

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