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Kingdom Come

Wicked to wanton
feeding the hunger
stimulation � � �
the desire
pleasing
stimulating

slowly
melting
honey
passion
flowing

Pools reflecting
making waves
the pleasure
rippling
expanding
increasing �
aiming cupids love
gliding
silent thoughts
hitting the sweet spot
the love flurries � � �
aglow
awash
With the heat.

I've gone

fallen in
fallen down �
hips
uplifting
meeting
a lovers overture
hope to joy
wanting
singing �
waiting tongue
delivering
on heavens cloud
becoming
one � � �
our kingdom come � � �
Praise Be to you