Ancient love
That first press of
Lips of lips, full
Blooded, wet,
Lustrous in the
Passion building
Slow
At first
Then ever more
Insistent, hunger
Growing to erupt
Bodies entwined
Tongues writhing.
Making love with
You
Is divine, it is
Making love
To the Goddess
Herself.
We found
Each other
Again after
A lifetime
Apart.
Ancient love
Rekindled.
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