O my pink passion
and whirlwind love!
I will touch you with my soul
bashful first
but soon out of inhibition
like a dancer
to your tune
trembling to your whispers
the rough strife
the tearing pleasure
spine, muscles, bones and veins
blazing fire
the bated breath and
that feverish travel;
if I gain you tonight
I will peril a death tomorrow!
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