For Dr. Jabir & Quantum Tantra
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Every touch is her touch,
Every glance her spell.
Every smell her scent,
And every sound her whisper.
Sometimes hot, hot, hot-
Others cold;
Every flavor her taste,
And all the stories
her folds.
Every greetings her form,
And behind it-
the mirror showing her
In true - eternal un-ground.
Yes, every second- her own beat,
And every undulation:
Her wrath, fury.
O- Dame Nature,
I ain't no ******-
And i - am a-hooked
On you.