Sweet Sublime
Sensations mounting whirling heights
To close my ardent joyful eyes
And feed upon her peach delight ~
Nectars promise, of pulped divine....
Distill these drops extracting time
Upon my twirling tongues design
Melting, inside her fruitful vine ~
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...."Harvest Love's, Sweet Sublime" *
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