in the first thrill of love
the wakeful eye
within knew
the magic of the body
within the body
overcome with a
novel sensation silent
words squealed
and were born
in the bliss of flight
i tasted the elixir of my own body
on the lips of the beloved.
moon gazing eyes
knew the pleasure of the moon
with your touch
i drank the
manna of love
i want to contain
in my touch
every pore of your being.
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