How blest the archer
yielding so fragrant a bow full nakedness from flowery gem nakedness figs spill with your yields a paradise of shoes like silk rug embroidery made for your body men caught root in the white linen of your amber husk coveted jewel of fluted bed heaven's zone shines slick under my labour wide spread innocence buttons my america bleaches more meadow than seed split conch shells are mystic books pricking thy hand with my mind a spangled breastplate shakes me from the edge of you You - a great cinnamon animal with cloves of suck such beautiful waterfall I enter as spring the boulders of our flesh glistening a sashes warm eggs books’ gay coverings your stalk has is tir’d with his earthly soul drift flung by to be free thy cave in burlap sack unclasped and flooded with my tongue
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