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Come, let us pretend this is a ritual. This hand
in your hair, your tongue seeking mine: this
cataclysmic despair. Let us pretend tonight that
you are mine. Forever. For when daybreak returns, we
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Sensuousness is there. But Nandy tries too many things and it is not very effective. OK kind of poem.
Beyond anything I ever read or experienced in my life. I am speechless. I love it as it speak to my soul and touched my inner self. My heart rejoyce with pleasure.