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Communion

Communion

And so, you whispering to me 
mixed lucid diction with a truth 
appearing almost silently. 

Your breathing held a promise both 
wise and soaked with sensuality 
like a rose's rapacious growth. 

I blushed when you, with such gentility, 
formed perfectly with your mouth 
the means of whispering to me.

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