Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer.
In all your giving, given is the answer.
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter
than the brightest flower in my garden.
Begging your pardon shedding right unreason.
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons.
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.
Bending the minutes the hours ever turning
on that old gold story of mercy:
desperate breathing, tongue nipple-teasing.
Your fast river flowing your northern fire fed.
Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed.

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"Black Satin Dancer" as written by Ian Anderson

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    General CommentThis was written in the period of Ian Andersons divorce from his missus. Its about that final sexual encounter where for that fleeting time all the troubles of their marriage matter not. The broken mandolin is the broken mandolin and the thin wind is the final loving whispers of song.
    Fayciferon August 29, 2002   Link
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    General CommentHumans, Rapture, Passion, Love between Man and Women. As if time is the penalty (Aging, Frailty) And holding it still briefly. Love this is the mercy.
    jethro tullon February 01, 2010   Link

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