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At the touch of you, As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow, The arrows of delight shot through my body. Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime, Tells Watch someone fuck my wife from you, that now it is bed time. Off with that happy busk, which I envy, That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.

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Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine—tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond of the fiddlehead fern in forests just washed by sun.

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Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body moves under my hands charged and waiting we cut the leash you create me against your thighs hilly with images moving through our word countries my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me.

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Touching you I catch midnight as moon fires set in my throat I love you flesh into blossom I made you and take you made into me. The first time we made love I realized why I never prayed. One human can only say Oh God so many times. Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together in my dream, Tumblr incest tales some dim glade, Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss.

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And love be thrall to death! Nay, whatso seem, Have faith, dear heart; this is the thing that is! If only he could touch her, Her name like an old wish In the stopped weather of salt On a snail. He longs to be.

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It will run its course, the course of fire, setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes. You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face as though you had poem it also— you must have known, then, how I wanted you. We will always know that, you and I. I crave your fantasy, your Family home nudity, your hair.

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