Skimmed deep your world-lines
Conveyed across such subtle bodies
A contingent of flesh
Upon which we together are bound
Unholy perhaps, forbidden beyond all doubt
Who am I to question the inevitable?
Our conviction past flesh and bone
Rubbed against such thighs and waist
Indulged in your thundered beauty
Abducted by all things material
A most sinful affair
So heavenly with your breath
The moan of a thousand nebulae 
In midst of moonless solace 
A neon pipedream 
For the irreverent lover

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