Assualt of a Dream
Of all the moments we in our hearts desire,
Surely its of this that we most dream:
To bare our arms while covert eyes inquire.
What passions are revealed with in their gleam.
To touch to hold, here more than arms embrace.
For caresses gently gesture, "Guards, dismissed!"
And silent lips accept with trembling grace.
This sweet surrender, signaled by a kiss.
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