how glad I am you're still with me
I could not live without the
fragrance of your being
filling my nose every time
my tongue worms its way
into your moist hairy cave
and laps at the mortal juices
of our pleasure and surest delight
how bittersweet in the hazy summer
afternoon to lie with you
and know all the misery of living
passing for the instant as we plunge into
the source of our immortality
and lie sated in the passing of this instant....
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