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The mad allure

the bite, the cure

haste and taste of you

splendorous kiss

sudden slip, we drip

wet in rivulets

of sweat

Our flaming fire

swallowed by desire

a gathering storm

so calmly warm, just before

the fall, the come hither call

that pours and pours

drops of diaphanous rain

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