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we lie in perfumed curtains,
the silken tent of your hair, our private piece of night
our faces incandescent moons
in distant orbit, revolving in elaborate dance and drawing closer
feasting on your mouth, your lips and fiery tongue
our bodies alive and aware, eyes within
opening to your presence
the silken tent of your hair, our private piece of night
our faces incandescent moons
in distant orbit, revolving in elaborate dance and drawing closer
feasting on your mouth, your lips and fiery tongue
our bodies alive and aware, eyes within
opening to your presence
