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Sex with her is not a swift gratification of physical desire

nor determined by the chronal systems  designated by forefathers

it's the dear appreciation of the artwork of Hephaestus

embued in a marble so smooth and soft to the touch

My spine ripples at the brush

So for slow hours and seconds pending

We weave love like our world is ending

Poetry crafted and read by Joseph Thomas

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