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Come to me my Love
My love, my love,
if you could come one more time
I would not question
you for this earthly rhyme
But ,bask in the comfort on your face
I would not ask you
if love rejoice,
Only our star hath
cast away fears
Orgasmic echoes
on hearing your voice.
One touch of you
worth a thousand smiles
My manhood numb
In enchanted dreams
in your heart I come.

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