What fluid life-filled creature art thou,
to leave my heart so filled with pounding
throbbing aching need; wanting more...
so complex a creature thou must be,
to craft thy words from passion's eye and
leave me craving more of thee;
to raise me to the pinnacle of ecstasy,
and drop me,
falling, spinning, dizzily ... endlessly,
into the hold of fervent adoration,
onto the berth of constant admiration...
so lost for words that I am simply...
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