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Nala, my love, the most beautiful possession I own..................................
i love your name.............
David Alan..............ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
it's like music, tasting it on my tongue..........
it slides around me and clothes my naked flesh from the cold
i get drunk by tasting your name on my lips
liquid fire am i that wraps around your body..........
consuming your being and never letting go.......i lose myself in the folds of of your name
rature is the closest way to describe your name coming from my lips
tangle of wild wet vines that entice me awake
you have awaken my fire
i burn for you, alone
but the words i speak are only the truth
i love you kechara.
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During of our long talks in the middle of the nite, when David was still in Corning preparing to visit me in Fredonia, I started to spout lines of poetry. This was all so random, but I foresaw the workings of a poem. Well, with some careful manipulation I turned the aforementioned conversation into the poem you see here.
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