Love Scene
She:
Lie back wounded Cavalry
Let the moon shine upon you blissfully
Let me perch upon you gracefully
Above your muscles soundly
Yes. Stroke my breasts ambly
Yes kiss my shoulders passionately
Rest and peruse my flesh slowly
Yes now, yea may freely
He:
Let yours out freely
Let your sweet words
All pour over me
Expel your gift's glossy tea
Let my rain glisten upon you nobly,
In my flower is a spirit
It is thus our child to be.
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