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Unsoken Love Of Mew

...the faint whispering
of your breath,
deafeans my spirit...

...the gentle feathered touch
of your hands,
excites my every nerve...

...the stone-strong thrusts
of your pelvis,
numb my every pain...

...the sweet, soft taste
of your lips,
breaks open my
heart
out

gushes

rivers of blood
m
i
x
i
n

g
with the natural juices
of amore...

...the quiet thudding of your heart,
lulls me off to a peaceful piece
of slumber
I call
Heaven...





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