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Mar 24
my lips do not tire of kissing you
my skin will never tire of your caress
my mind is entranced by your thoughts
my heart is a dense dripping sponge
trailing sweet juices and desires
love flows free and soft, escaping my shell of light
absorbing into the fabric of space
I will never be sated of you
even as I supersaturate existence with this loving
Written by
owls at dawn
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     Jeremy Betts and ---
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