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Grand Rising, My Hebrew King

Stealing his heart � � � � � �
He had me at a sweet disadvantage � � � � �
When he blazed the celestial element of time � � � � � �
Riding into my life on a dream � � � � � �
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Whispering ancient secrets of old � � � � � �
Migrating my mind in and out of time � � � � � �
Glimpsing into the hidden depth of his cerebral cortex � � � � � �
Drawing me in with tender peeks of imaginings � � � � � �
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Shifting through his aspirations � � � � � �
Taking hold of his wishes � � � � � �
Upholding for the world to see the worth of my empowering � � � � � �
Mm... knowledge pronounced from his lips is a gift � � � � �
He keeps my skin supple with the soft lick of his creed � � � � �
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Bedding the tip of his desires deep in the midst of my intellect � � � � �
He keeps me coming back for more � � � � �
The meaning of his adoration never tasted, felt, or looked so good � � � � � �
My skin tingles when he kisses the heightened pleasure principle of my sacred Crown � � � � �
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Knowledge is slipping, his wisdom for me is dangling � � � � � �
For hands of greater good to catch, caress, stimulate � � � � � �
Eyes to envision � � � � � �
Hearts to decipherer as he is easing into the truth of this incantation of infinity ��
My body peaks to the act of such divine rapture
Sedated in the aftercare of such a pulsating entanglement