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My Love, Big Daddy By Immaculata Ortner Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms Sweet as the Rose in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your Clarinet voice and leaps like a Lion at the whisper of your name, Big Daddy. The evening ascends in on a great Damara tern wing. I am calmed by your raiment that I carry into the twilight of comfort beams and hold next to my face. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water. As my hands falls from my beach wear, it reminds me of your caresses. In the hushed, I listen for the last roaring of the spring. My heated breast leaps to my dress. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret starving so that we may happen as one, breast to breast, in search of the glorious purple and spiritual Justice of love.

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