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Oh lover
I would kiss you softly
‘pon thine flesh
with aspiration
of daunting gest'
Pillow me
bed me,
request from this soul
what force will cause agitation;
I am your tenacious
yes
determined
tool
Oh lover;
as the night finds flight
and the sweat from swing
dries in its cool;
write shall illuminate
your gracious moves
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