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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.17.10.27.32450]] |
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I know nothing of sun and moon predictions such knowledge escapes my realm of thought I know the tickle of powder-soft touches the pressure of warm hands I plan contents of my erotic garden I unearth pillows and bed-posts encircled with silken cords these flora grow in my pleasure garden envision a blue moon twinkle casting shine upon our bodies what splendid light to tempt creatures I am drowned in your heat glistenings sustenance for seedlings with fresh growth how wonderful it is to sow the love of a woman what a treat to reap the fruits of her labor |