Birds goes
loosely wingen
through air silent reign
feather glide motion
gentle ocean
rain pliddle sand drops.
In dawn calm breathen rhythm mist
o’er we wet skin-foot-walken soft beach
hand in hand
the birds goes.
Leaves blows ...
soft piana-key-playen wind fingers
strum tuneful hush music smilen
summer-shaded forest downy 
breath of lovers breathing.
When dark come warmen naked to kiss
close lyen open wet and touchen, 
we watch stars back through black patches 
the leaves blows.
Love knows 
nuzzle open flowing 
closeness gentle, warm in 
whispered kissing moistness, 
candid hands, possessive lips and 
passion heaving perced to the rooten
bodies now arose with petals licoured wetness 
swollen hote to one the other melden 
madly to-and-gether naked lovelay 
soaken bursting inside one an other
one eternal molten ecstasy 
only love knows.
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