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Crescendo
Touch me
Push my mind's reason away
Feed the flames of eros
With lust-colored words
that is your serenade.
Here we lie
In the fertile beds of sunburst
Where all is warm and moist,
Flesh and song
Slide fluidly against each other
As I come to you,
A masterful call,
This cosmic spell of your siren sounds,
So whisper to me,
Ravish, if you must,
Love me to my heart's desire.
