A Kingdom of Our Own

Midnight kisses and star filled darkness,

Soft love making in the night, between satin

Sheets, there is such purity in the sweet silence

Of twilight that often I find a soft melody in the

Rustling of the leaves that fall from the trees and

In the song of the birds which soar high above us;

High above the world in which you are mine and

I am yours; Our Kingdom is that of darkness and

Our Castle is that place between the sheets,

Between sleep and wake-ness is the place you

Will find me; I will be waiting, My Love.

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