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| since we have already woken growling oceans deep inside, let�s strip off these lifeskin robes and plunge reckless among waves. let�s drown the noble tide in passion, hurl savage cries into the wind and listen to them ricochet around the earth, sound slashing air into elemental wildness, as we make love in a storm of breath and blood, naked, raw and so full of power that the clouds will rip themselves apart on lightning so that they might feel the essence of our midnight union. |
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| art: theberge |