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Lad, so strong and fresh,
My arms stretch in surrender,
Your eyes are drowning mine.

Man, of stone and flesh,
My softness itches, aches for hard,
Two bodies found entwined.

Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.

Dear man, remote, so alive,
Break my locks without cold key,
Free my being with heat, my kind.

Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.

Strange, what species enjoin,
In the darks ever unwinding us,
We are but spirits passing time.
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