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In bliss, From the first kitchen kiss, We traveled and wandered, Into the depths of one other, And danced in trance. Laying on top, under you, Besides you, all over you, The water droplets, Delighted by our nakedness, Evaporated, Into our own hearts. To bite or not to bite, Out of your delicious might, Mongolian hills, African plains, Not pictures in some magazines. The eyes that moved, Ten thousand nomad lands, Are here with me today, Tears, The blissful night and day, Of Ten, Is back- again. |
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