good lovin' (in the morning)
moon's lusts swarmed
(on beggars' lane)
it wanted to be loved, —
(it succeeded...)
sniffed only a good lovin'
(in the morning)
since then, got deepened
(in my dreams' maze)
an ending, a beginning
i’m the kiss of beautiful dreams, — i’m the duchess with the drug of love on my lips, — i’m the sacrament of tender gestures and luminescence of eyes’ susurration, — i’m chiseled by his envisions vibrating not only in my heart but in any paradigm, — i’m the goddess of goddesses, — his… i am the splendor of an ending, a beginning... i'm in his formidable mood
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