| On a distant journey, Punctuate by cloud of women, Who show their passes or make Advances at me,subject I. My lips draw wet,waggle and Search the opposite sex lips. They fly out of me to touch theirs Out of unconsciousness. |
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| But with consciousness withdraw them, Bring to my mind love so distant; But cannot help withdrawing Helping a love build on a solid rock. Rock of ages that can never fail, My rock. |
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| In which I seek shelter on Reaching the peak of my orgasm. Going into my private room When body touches body And feet appear like in a mirror. My lips attract yours like north and south Poles of bar magnets. |
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