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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"