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Jul 2014
Brilliance of your face ,
the heavens in my palms ,
trembling I hold .

Dances of my tongue ,
staged on porcelain lining ,
the crescent of your back .

Your undraped frame ,
becoming the hourglass ,
balances the night and the day,
my gaze spellbound .

O Mistress of hearts ,
crimson love you set ablaze ,
while I be the match and you the flame.
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