(for Beth)
When I touch you now,
O sweet lover,
full of fire,
melting like ice
in my embrace...
when I part the delicate white lace,
baring pale flesh,
and your face
is so close
that I breathe your breath
and your hair surrounds me like a wreath...
tell me now,
O sweet, sweet lover,
in good faith...
are you the thief
who has stolen my heart?
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