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Make love to me until i smell of you for the next two days  until i no longer feel hunger Make love to me until I've forgotten English and begin to whisper words that have no meaning  words that only the body of our minds can comprehend whispering, weeping in a tone that sings the melody that only our spirits recognize  the tune that ensures and secures the locks on our love  safety, protection, harmony Make love with me  until i remember things you told me years ago  years before I'd ever grabbed hold of your neck the way I do when you Make love to me a million times after the millionth time this is our sacred dance around the holy fire  the one that burns in the center of you our sun, illuminating every step of our love ritual  and in the background, the moonrise and her shine will overflow as the residual  and that will suffice in this performing art, we tiptoe evident mastery  Drenched in focus gasping for more I've got all of your attention In this moment, we are perfect effortlessly radiating our beauty as a soul Union Make love With me
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
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Make love to me until i smell of you for the next two days  until i no longer feel hunger Make love to me until I've forgotten English and begin to whisper words that have no meaning  words that only the body of our minds can comprehend whispering, weeping in a tone that sings the melody that only our spirits recognize  the tune that ensures and secures the locks on our love  safety, protection, harmony Make love with me  until i remember things you told me years ago  years before I'd ever grabbed hold of your neck the way I do when you Make love to me a million times after the millionth time this is our sacred dance around the holy fire  the one that burns in the center of you our sun, illuminating every step of our love ritual  and in the background, the moonrise and her shine will overflow as the residual  and that will suffice in this performing art, we tiptoe evident mastery  Drenched in focus gasping for more I've got all of your attention In this moment, we are perfect effortlessly radiating our beauty as a soul Union Make love With me
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
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