In The Midnight Hour

by Alyce

I feel a chill wind blowing
thru my blankets ~ cause since you left
the folds of my physical strong-hold,
nothing keeps me warm enough!
In the midnight hour I toss and turn, and
yes! I burn with that internal fire ~
white hot~ my deepest/wildest desire!!

Where is he who proved to be
all I needed to cover me...

in the midnight hour?

In The Midnight Hour by Alyce

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