As we hold each other |
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and we are one this night |
I cannot but feel deeply |
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some degree of fright |
My mind reviews our progress |
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of this fragile love so far |
Keenly sensing this wonder a |
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near separation may mar |
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But I know you much better |
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than I did one year ago |
Now Orphawans facets entreat |
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my urgent love to know |
Each discovery like Sesame |
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novis, a new door |
Once opened, discloses |
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wondrous secrets more and more |
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Your warm, cuddling nature |
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awakened us this early morn |
A next segment of our new lives |
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anew sprouts fresh born |
Starting our special heart day with |
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rapture, anticipation, and glee |
Orphawan / Amman on Valentine's Day |
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loving, happy, and free |
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No one can touch like we do |
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in a vaporous steaming shower |
Touching you, caressing your wetness |
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engenders Amman's love power |
Your hands thrust soap and survey |
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my throbbing, wanton skin |
Eros drives my Id swirl, and |
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animal borne vortices akin |
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Gifts of devotion fill up my eyes, |
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a love trove to plunder |
Make this special Valentine's Day |
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put all previous ones asunder |
Balloon morphed hearts, books, |
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a card, monster cookie, and bouquet |
A love like this forces self interrogation
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can we quit? No way! |
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I show my Valentine love for you |
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with flowers and chocolate treats |
As our day progresses, you sample often, |
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but admonish me not to eat |
You examine each of many chocolate items |
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with salivation in wait |
In this relationship there can only be one |
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chocoholic, Orphawan my fate |
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To work off all that chocolate, |
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cross-country-skiing our ken decide |
We leave behind most cares and stress, |
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into wilderness our blades collide |
We cut through Earth's snow and ice |
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in Her beauty and natural arts |
Souls bound forever, in cold white |
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glitter, playing their natal part |
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Our virginal surroundings |
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etch permanently deep heart relief |
Adventure stacking new mind slices: |
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layers of found belief |
We ski, push, fall and clamber |
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to notes unheard before |
Tinkling ice from trees afalling, |
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chaotic music amidst amour |
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Then we measure distance, and |
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find how far we walk and run |
Each detent elicits recollections |
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of prior sojourns abundant fun |
This big car as our yardstick |
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ticking off tenths speculation achurn |
We anticipate new footfalls in |
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our futures dawning turns |
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Our skins we make much browner, |
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just right, twenty seconds less |
We get just a perfect color, with |
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timing, seldom left to guess |
Artificial sunlight impinging thoughts |
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emotions hot and glowing |
Twenty-minute life segments apart, yet together, |
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nurtures our love growing |
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Fahitas sizzling on a platter, Spanish |
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odors fill olfactory sense |
Corn chips and salsa precede dinner, |
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wait waxing more intense |
We enjoy a meal together at our |
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Irish Mexicans place |
Sate fills empty, while love's |
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glow-light lingers our cuddy space |
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Then, can you believe, a movie |
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recursing time 'n day atcocan?1 |
Stuck in Puxatawney on Phils Day, |
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reworking life 'n way nojokin' |
Normal we set an example to |
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live life free of untidy knots |
We see in awed amazement, so close it |
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'twas to our quantum thoughts |
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At home we watch Sarah, Plain and Tall |
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which makes our tears to flow |
Sarah gains family, |
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their rugged lives trace well for us to grow |
Frequently touching hands |
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and trading looks that belie our feelings deep |
We learn how life can be perfect and imperfect: |
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we sow and then we weep |
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I go to bed upon made floor |
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to commence much needed sleep |
Later, after your bedtime preparations, |
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you come and rouse me from dreams keep |
Tousled bedclothes cold cool my skin |
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and intensify my need |
You express desire for us to love |
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and say, "Hasten with undue speed. |
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"But be tender and take some time to caress
me, |
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for a true lover never hurries |
"Then roll me over and rub well my front, |
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all my brown 'n curvies |
"Rub my back and shoulders, |
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and don't forget my feet, legs and butt |
"By then we'll both be ready, |
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and my drenched door will open, can't stay shut." |
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True your words indeed are, |
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slick wetness rages like hot flood |
I touch your moist triangle patch of hair |
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from belly button just sud |
Heat in your loins spreads like fire |
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to my enthralled and surging groin |
My greedy Eros pressing desire |
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your favors to purloin |
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You pant and moan voweled wail of love's seduction, |
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Oh! what a song |
Of what you urgently want me to do, |
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with a promise it shall be long |
You stare into my eyes while singing, |
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using looks to state the rest |
I cherish that countenance you send, |
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when you wish my performance blessed |
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You have taught me new use of index, |
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in gentle stimulating motion |
Then index dipping in your well, |
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to lubricate like slippery lotion |
Tiny circles on Crissy's tender spot, |
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twixt pudenda hanging warm and hot |
Evolve to delicate vertical strokes, |
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building excitement for a final shot |
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You say, "I want you inside me," |
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this most natural way for us to be |
When I hear those words, I reach ultimate happiness, |
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and I become most free |
Just us one together in union, |
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make perfect marriage by primal law |
The anticipation is excruciating, |
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but we know a little lingering spawns no intrinsic
flaw |
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I say, "I want you to take control," |
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one way to keep you pleased |
You fondle and scratch and rub and tease, |
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mine shaft of flesh you have seized |
You roll on your back and pull me on top, |
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of your brown and gorgeous form |
Get that great satisfier ready, |
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prepare it one right way, to roar like a storm |
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You place glans at wet entrance to your cave
and say, |
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"Push into me, can't wait," |
You prod anxiously and smile |
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and pucker your lips into an urgent state |
But I say, "Let's go slowly and easily |
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so you can enjoy it so much more," |
Its tip just eases in, |
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odiferous vaginal moisture lubricating your door |
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You moan with pleasure |
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and mouth my name with primal fire |
You squirm and move your hips |
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up love's mountain in grip acquire |
Move satisfier gradually in and out |
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friction building at love's gate |
Coherent tide in me is towing irrevocably, |
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now I see our fate |
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You beseech we do this together, |
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synchronicity in timed splash |
Simultaneous arrival atcocan, |
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we achieve fulfillment high in mutual thrash |
I know now we can do it, |
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that which all true lovers seek |
Our joyous release permanently entangles, |
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a quantonic fusion of us unique. |
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And so ends our special Saint Valentine's Day, |
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in this year of '93 |
But our hearts are full, knowing permanent love
will |
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last and keep us free |
Sadly we attempt to deny harsh fear, |
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that this may be our last |
Both Amman and Orphawan Quanton, |
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all of this special day just passed. |