Inner Realm
-Love amorous-
As night brings rest
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I wilt not leave thee as self sunder and thou wilt inhale me inside thy chest. Like a cell of my self wilt thou reign my second self. With time thou wilt grow like the mother of mankind
Like amorous birds of love Thou wilt cover me in warm embrace, And in silent sensation wilt thou fall onto my breast like foliage. With kisses rain thou wilt be out of thyself and like rain thou wilt tumble into my being.
As night brings rest do I seek repose on thy being, Upon the cover of thy self, With warm increasing sense,
Love amorous wilt grow creating space to platonic room, Vast universe wilt be our pleasure house. Soul onto soul and no-soul wilt be our final abode. .....