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Relaxing together, in bed, Fitting side to side, thigh to thigh, waist to buttocks, Sigh to sigh, sighing sighs of mild passion, I and you, Linda, Beautiful, lyrical muse of my newly youthful years, Appropriate time's wings, climb so high, Overcoming earthly inertia, tick-tock gravity, Wresting flight from mortality's predestined direction, That we lose all sense of silence — our sighs' origin. Ours is too soaringly euphoric a morning To think such a fantasy awake. For now, our wings become our dreams' slipstream.
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