| If, on the wings of breathing, i am there with you, and i offer you release, surrender in the surging, pulsing beat of wildlove, can you come with me? if i ask that you do not try to cage me, tame me, can you be ...... satisfied? If i slap your impish gods in the face, declaring i know better, will you forgive my arrogance, and kiss me in the search for real:true:love? If our love making explodes, my softheart and belly heaving against yours to drive you deep:down:in with savagery and passion, will you match me? if it happens in soft whispers, tears and tenderness, will you rock me in your arms and soul when you take me, on the tides of new and raw infinity? |
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