What senses last when passion's heat abates
laid low to rest beneath sweet lover's quilt?
Perhaps, the taste of milky river rates
as well, or more, as tepid semen spilt
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Wow, just blow my socks off; by this, 'but feeling you of all seems best to me
as all of you by touch at once appears.'
And this too: 'It's not what each or all the senses do:
they all perceive as one the perfect you.'
I don't like to always copy the poet's words beneath, as if parroting his captured
phrase of eloquence, but sometimes there's not much that's left unsaid, and I don't want to seem that huge of a bore, lol..(smile)
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Wow, just blow my socks off; by this, 'but feeling you of all seems best to me as all of you by touch at once appears.' And this too: 'It's not what each or all the senses do: they all perceive as one the perfect you.' I don't like to always copy the poet's words beneath, as if parroting his captured phrase of eloquence, but sometimes there's not much that's left unsaid, and I don't want to seem that huge of a bore, lol..(smile)