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Her hair is as fair and as black as a diamond is deep and clear.

Her eyes are so deep, brown and unblinking, with enamel-black centers

drawing me closer, nearer, into her.



Hold our bodies closer mon amour.  Touch me to your lips,

into your pink, unshielded lips, part your down, and

draw me unto your moist heat.

Share me with your closest, dearest treasure.

Fold and unfold your sweet pleasures onto mine.

Hold my quivering, shuddering pulse, and start it into your womb.

As the tiniest seed begins, we will grow into our mutual dream.

My unwavering passion draws me onto you, beginning our ecstasies.

As prisoner of your charms, I answer, "Guilty to all."

I plead in body and mind to be released and taken in my surrender.



Although she offers freely -- her gift to my desires --

I approach the moment stealthily, not wanting to have her fruit

until we have made it fully ripe, as luscious as possible.

It is not to be plucked, but kissed and allowed to come

on its own, in its self-consuming waves of explosion.

Oh, purer than rarest gems, she gives love that excels all.

I love her pearls she drops on me, her love so fair, so high

that the sun looks up to her.

She breathes, or speaks, or kisses, or moans

and the hot thread of my most intimate nerve

stirs with hers.  Her words warm my dreams,

her lust makes mine mount up on schemes to become

my part of her monument, her life, her blood, her deep hum.



Oh, Love, kiss me up, draw me down, fold me tightly,

thrall me with a dream as lovely as childhood.

Blend us as light with light, tear on tear, hover your love over me.

Kiss and stroke this tryst's last stroke, as we both

sigh and cry.

We must part.

Leave me with unforgettable kisses and

your dew-drops

and tears from the world's softest eyes.

Cry on me.

One drop, one drop, one drop, one drop: your kiss on my lips

is my life.