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It was the Parricide of My Past
That Would Lie to Me
And Finding You at Last
Reassuring of My Life to Be
Where Nights Breathe as a Negligee
Covering Our Novice Discretion
Negligent of Direction
Knowing Nothing Severs this Connection
With Affection
Serving Us Such Sentences
Experiencing the Relentlessness
Punctuated Between Kisses
I Touch You in Parenthesis
Eagerly Awaiting Evolved Images
Luxuriantly Lounging
At a Time When Distance is the Only Nemesis
And the Emphasis is This
Shame Does Not Follow Our Passion
The Gift of Our Tongues
Will Never Go Out of Fashion
Fastened to the Postulation
Lined in Disappointment
Who Kneels There Asking
To Be Loved
Gone Unanswered Still
We are an Advent Real
I Want to Adamantly Feel
The Twilight of Your Skin
The Bend of Your Will
Igniting My Fingertips
Seeing the Age of Our Reason Settle in
You've Loved Better Men than Me
Yet, Your Gentle Discrepancy
Negates Any Reluctancy
And You Steadily Usher Us Toward Ecstasy
Facilitating Emotions
I Never Knew Existed
I Insisted on Waiting for You
Ravenously Tasting You
Right there
Reborn Addicted
Afflicted With this
And as God is My Witness
I Swear
I Shall Never Get Enough
