~He Comes To Me In My Sleep~
Anaphora Couplets

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He comes to me in my sleep; with soft desire;
O! His sweet, moist lips, th' fragrance of mirth!
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He comes to me in my sleep; of playful emotions,
his warm caress lingers 'pon th' azure, midnight air.
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He comes to me in my sleep; enraptured of sensual fire,
nightingales sing his medley, afloat, 'pon elusive zephyrs.
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He comes to me in my sleep; dreamt fantasies gently touch,
entwining our languid souls, lain overt, dancing in th' wind.
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He comes to me in my sleep; his voice sings like a symphony,
oft’ teasing my mind, sung softly, whispering his true love.
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He comes to me in my sleep; touches my heart with song,
one redolent kiss 'pon my lips, lingers, till th' wake of dawn!
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He comes to me in my sleep; his arms embrace my dreams,
drifts amid th' ev’ning moonlight, a frail ardour lain overt.
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He comes to me in my sleep; his silhouette moves in tandem,
music of his strum lyre echoes, melds th' orchestra of my love.
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He comes to me in my sleep; his poesy so sweet, his touch,
beguiles 'pon th' windings, aloft a dance of our loving throng.
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As he comes to me in my sleep~

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