| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Maybe this will make it clear:Drowsing intertwined: afternoon slides to the horizon.You were a tiger, stripes painted by light through slatted blinds,lean and hard above me as you entered,cat-eyed with desire, lust softened in your gentle, gentle hands.We are still sharing our souls.I feel your lips against my throat,sated and thirsty for more.There is a universe under my handthat smells like swea
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