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If I could approach you without
your expectancy
taking hold of you
I would press the palm of my hand
below to quick your breath
with an absence of presage
not so to instill more
than a shudder beneath the skin
induced by my prurience
receptive to your passion
you drape yourself
within the strength of my arms
exposing each cell of who you are
consigning the man I am
to regard you
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