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Rated: · Poetry · Erotica · #1624884
love and sexuality
I am Adam - when a woman born in sleep, from my missing rib,
from pleasure I was near to, winds me in honey-scented moon-white lace -

all of humanity seems remote beside her.

When I awaken - the warmth of her kiss still upon my cheek -
I will abandon myself to find her in the waking world.

But gradually, the memory fades -
I have forgotten the girl of my dream.
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