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Making love with her was like
sipping from the fountain of youth:
like seeing suddenly clear eyed
some great and universal truth.
It was as though two halves
had suddenly come whole,
a joining not only of the body
but also of the very soul.
I would swim with passion
in the depth of her eyes,
sinking, sinking, sinking
as I saw her passion rise
pulling both into explosive
sounds of completion
that would seem to last for ever
ending in sudden repletion,
leaving both awed and amazed
and full of the wonder of when
the next time we made love
it could be so intense again.
And the whole became two halves
as eventually they parted,
now two separate bodies,
back where they had started.


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