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Jane Halliwell Apr 2015
Swear my name
let it bleed from your lips
let your eyes take a sip
as you return your hips
to mine
I am the rhythm
You are the touch
it wouldn't take much
to make some exquisite love.
Thus I fall into the deep pit of almost-erotica.

— The End —