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Posted: October 12, 2010 in Poetry
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Oven's Womb

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It’s her individuality

her spirituality

the body of venus

with the mind of a genius

the thoughts of her taste on my lips

her slowly rolling hips

shadows of our love creating

painting walls in candlelight

soft cries in the night

holding one another so tight

we become one

as we slowly cum

into tranquility

sowing her fields of fertility

basking in her womb

lying together in our room

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