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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