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An Awakening
... at the fringe of first daylight,
We cast Our Souls into the throes of ardor, that blissful intoxicant:
Our breaths—they meld and swirl;
Our tongues—they probe and twirl,
exploring that which is tender across Our bodies.
We share an awakening.
We cast Our Souls into the throes of ardor, that blissful intoxicant:
Our breaths—they meld and swirl;
Our tongues—they probe and twirl,
exploring that which is tender across Our bodies.
We share an awakening.
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