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Emanations
heartstring

in the deep night of our bedsdesire walks barefoot through passionsand imaginingsdrawn of endless hoursetching into my daysthat no longer rememberthe timebefore,you were there. your touch flowsto the centre of my sexbeckoning the godsto dance divine the spectacle burrowed in the seasonsof my heart. your jewelled adorationshimmers the lengthof your affectionsthat i may lose my mindto the fragranceof all you have becometo me.