Every movement...
Every moment...
Every movement's...
Every moment's...
Oh right now we're lost. We're big clocks of brass glass wood with hands swimming big blue waves crashing through seconds hours minutes spinning out of control dimly lit digits of time in space ringing out yet muted the endless blackness of now of night of love sex dizzying into distant spiral of light lit solely licked slowly by thick splashes of white love liquid life liquid a flickering screen to see you with pheromone to sense you with pheromone to name you with blinding burst head-splitting scream of no longer being matter all colours merging no matter take me to the edge of time of breath of life creating life playing with death dissolve me there at the edge
To keep you deep in me...
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