We lust
It washes over us
In waves of indigo
Flecked with rust
And we rock
In rhythm to ancient drums
Monotone, monochrome, monatonous hums
We soar
On sensation, on touch, on dancing tongues
Like those native desires across grassplains strung
We kiss
And we plunge again
Into depths of feeling
Without any end.

We love.
Without end.

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