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"The scent of a woman

was not mine..."

Welcome home, darling.

Did you miss me,

wish to dwell in dear love?

Touch my milklike skin,

feel the ocean, lick my deepest,

hear the starry choir.

Rip off this lace

that keeps me imprisoned.

But beware of the enchantment,

for my eroticism is oblivion.

Old love lies deep, you said.

Deeper shall be the

wound between your legs.