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Don't drive me out of my mind; our minds should be one as the bed bartered for the banns in Ireland. Mellow your mouth as a spray of berries, your skin is cream, your arms about me blossom full and fragile. Lights of my generous love, don't hesitate but come able and agile for my love's full knowledge. Idle the eyes of our men. Don't bother them with notice! The milk-white tooth of passion is between us. |
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