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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required oh, You ... you found me again unveiled amid the bosom of my dreams - my consciousness peeled back and flayed tabled in a twilight mist for the memories of you to feast upon drowning in the fathoms of your gaze your scent ? pouring its alert fascination into my marrow the tang of your pulpy tongue the sweet confection of your skin, resplendent (and the warm, wild places beneath it) - vessels and walls and fair, tepid flesh your intent within it all - to conduct me while allowing me the sway? to exploit my exploitation of the moments - letting me control your control of me coy, seductive smile on your face perfecting your line and movements as a ballerina should … it is all still there as if the years since were phantoms gone with a breath of irresolute regret … and you inhabit me now as then as EVER preying on my sleep-time meanderings without mercy, without bridle? without an ounce of benevolence or pity … oh, You - no other vexes me so completely so purely no one pervades my nettled dreams as you do nor will anyone - ever … morning always comes too soon, blushing and much, much too bright for the love that we both swore eternity to - that we knew with all conviction to be as sure as starlight as dire as death itself and as deep as the sea of suns is now nothing but a damp blemish ... on my pillow.
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