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The lovers meet in gaze of passion’s drip
That ties the tome of fate to take lust’s sip.
The furry pallium is taken down
To allow hands their freedom fiercely yearned
In the exploration of th’body’s gown
Like animals or meek plants tasked to turn
The body’s ecstasy as mental crown.
Oneness and ripples rip through lovers’ core
As fury’s pain gives way to rhyming fervor
Of quaking motions, taunt’d and wanted more,
By heightened reach so tempt’d by its observer
That bodies tire and exists forth as sore.
Their breath relieves itself of passion’s fire
As lovers wane in strength to sleep’s slow lyre.