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Come! Come closer... |
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You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight and the snakeheads of ivy leaves entwin e your white neck... |
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Come! Come here... spit on me, spit on me for |
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I am the dust under your feet unexpected and unwanted, |
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I am your portrait, water and salt, air to breathe |
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Come closer... let's climb to the sky to heights of ecstasy to hell and back and then |
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I put on your tongue one little drop of my sperm it's bitter tastes like old bread tastes like stone tastes like pain blinded by the red suns of yur nipples gropingly looking for a source of light |
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I find the spring of sacred wine pour me some crown my pillar with your living flesh and |
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I will bless you with my semen be my wueen of enraptured love priestess of the black summer night jewels of my sperm illuminate your misty crown |
