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Feb 2015
Your soft gentle grip on my spine
You rise, from the base
Seducing your way up, tingling
Into the neck and move into the depths of my mind

You gently stir, waves upon a beach
Thorns to the stem of the rose
Pedals falling all around you
You call to me, gesturing, you tell me to come to you

Softly, slowly I let myself go
Opening my soul to experience you
To my knees I fall
Perfect sacrifice, for again you have taken me.
Mind Wanderer
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Mind Wanderer  United States
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