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I drown my mind, half innocent, in your flesh,

a sea of joy: I never care how it began,

nor where it will lead. I

submit myself to the stillness of your

time:

fulfilled not only of carnal wants; but

of wants that would fill my life with

senses: a sort of meaning that sprung

both from desperation and hope,

a meaning that I've long been

seeking. What

remains in my thought is the gentle

image of your soul, peeking through

your eyes, in a place that

feeds the body.



(Was it unexpected?)