whose lips do you kiss in your sleep?
whose hands upon your breast?
whose voice do you hear
in the shudder of dreams...
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If a man doesn't howl, if a man doesn't dig and claw, who would know he was even here. The moon is the sun of the night. If a man doesn't claim her, she belongs to no one.
love that embraces openly with the fever of the full moon bright flames with true mating of souls