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by SunRae ©2000
The passion crimson red
blood pulsing through
veins that burn with a
cinderid fire of
longing.
Her essence drawing him
a roaring coursing need
washing over his being
rising, falling as one.
As the archer stretches
the sky with quiver and bow.
Hawkmoon draws the Redtide
to a cresendo of matching
heartbeats.
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