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Make known your birth,with probing of tongueand clashing of mouth. Search me,with your hands as well,and know my body, as my mouth. Our fingers move and lingerupon the surfacethat is foreign to both,pausing now and thento create a memory. Linger , long and gentle,to awaken me from whatwas but a shallow dream. Travel my body's distancewith thy lips as well,and bring to a glowthe fires within. Hunger for meas I hunger for you. Quench your hungerwith love's rapture,and bring to passthe emptiness within. Saddle stallions in the night. Tame what was wildand make it wild again. Impale yourselfupon the firmness of my raptureand fill your cavernwith love's abundance,until the chamber ceases to echo. Dance upon my soullike firelight's shadow,and pleasure thyselfas I am pleasured.
