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Sizzzzzle…..

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Swiftly the edge of her spirit
like a razor’s edge sliced away
with a white hot fire,
searing me, soul and bones,
Blurring the line between
love and desire,
Burying  it in
the weight of its stones,
She gives more than I
could ever require.
Slipping softly, gently resting
on her mind,
The tender blessing
of purity, she never leaves me blind
We’ve known sorrows and our joy
Swept our memories in a pile
I’m her femme, she’s my boi
A love that’s full of style
Promises that float above our heads
Stars that light the way though our lives
On the mountains or in valley beds
The air remembers all our sighs
So we rise from the ashes of the past
Like a warm smoke that comes from constant fire
Looking in the same direction at last
Like the eyelashes of a mare, in the presence of her sire,

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