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Sky-writing between

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Her two breasts
Like gleaming towers
Her navel succulent
Appears to me
Like a mound of hay
I am salivating
Bring me my salvation
(O this wicked mistress!)
Her gaze piercing
My motionless form
With my hands held
Over my head
Like a magician
Like an exorcisor
Like an unholy priest
Feeding my eyes
On the continent
Between her two
And shapely legs