Soft,
so soft,
your lips against mine.
I am grazed by their grace
and drunk on their wine.
We touch and we taste,
endlessly divine
engrossed and entwined
and ever
face
to
face.
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That Most Sweet Affection
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
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