My love is what I do now... Suspended in the shimmering rheum of your divine eyes. I glow like a demon in the heart of the sun.
My love is all I do now... Hounding the void with my voracious devotion. I collude with Time to be as Endless as the nape of your neck.
I go where the heart has found you spotless and meandering, I've kissed your mellifluous tongue while storming the gates of oblivion. I am swept away as I surrender to my longing... I have the gall and the stones to rest in the hammock of my sling... to fell all giants, I inhale the majestic Apocrypha of your gnostic Karma Sutra. I hum like a garden of bees and lavender. My Love's Profession.
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