I hear her soft sweet voice floating gently in the whimpering breeze
Enchanting and enveloping my heart and mind
I hear her placid warm whisperings caressing and delighting my withered ears Embracing and leading my soul into a paradise seethed with gushing oases of love
I feel her mysterious fingers stirring my slumbering fountain of passion into frenzy spewing combers
I hear her delicious stertorous breaths rising into a huge howling hurricane
A robust wind that carries our lost locked bodies into an arcane land Of saccharine earthquakes and slobbering volcanoes
I hear her delicate cries of sweet maddening agony Rising and deluging the bedroom with an incessant stream of my name
Then I hear her calm footsteps soflty snogging the wooden passage floors
Causing trembling rythms in my heart and soul
In this honeycomb dream I hear her voice echoing from dusk to dawn Saying I love you
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