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LOVE
Sylvia feels, conscious or not,
A sense of awareness, perception, response
For all experience sensual or nervy,
Keenly exquisite, poignant, or raw ...
Until she faints, swoons, succumbs .....
Numb and dull ... falls out of love;
Dazed, stunned in dammerschlaf,
She returns dead to the world -
Where suffering hurt, distress, pain,
She pangs, aches, frets, shrinks ...
Lolls festered, sore tormented -
Until time salves the sting.
Renewed, she contacts, touches, feels
With a whisper, breath, or kiss;
With a brush, graze, or stroke
She runs her fingers over ....
With a tickle, tingle, thrill,
She titils, gooses, vellicates ....
With tactile paw, wield and ply
She palms, massages, manipulates.
With taste, relish, smacking tongues,
Sylvia sips, sups, licks and laps
The savour flavours love supplies;
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