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Are We Are
Beside the breathless petting,
love is a wonder timeless --
in loin with club
I can see the pounding extended
fierce yet open ended
room for tenderness and caring
beyond the physical sharing
touch is a mystery overbearing
the feel of a lively other
all not silk
also sandpaper
we rub the nature raw
finding depth as we soar
meet me in the Rapture
both near and mystically afar
together we travel
only when magnetically entangled
are we are --
Copyright ©
Joe Dimino
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