A touch, a gliding fingertp
Soft the lips exploring mine,
Ululations of his body
On mine, in mine.
My lips upon the
Velvet-covered horn of plenty,
The more I take, the more there is,
Dark, proud friend of mine.
Lover, love-maker,
Wonder that you are,
I give you... me
And pray it is enough.
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