In her night
her thighs and hips
in his sighs
his hips and thighs
in her light
talking in tongues
and lips and bended knees
in one form or another
in surrender with
Honesty immeasurable
smiles long after
irrepressible laughter
into the night
breathless still
quivering he
mumbled humbled
"You were so many gods then, I wasn't sure who to thank in what form of speech."
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