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My soul hangs upon your love--my lips burn to touch your neck--your eyes--your finger tips. To kiss each breast the hair that is so hot between your legs -- to kiss--to kiss each drop of blood--as streaming red it surges -- pulsing--throbing through your heart --- I lay my lips upon your soul -- until "I come"