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I come to you
as a woman
of the night.
Stealthy as a cat
I hunt your perfection,
perfumed,
and on the nights breeze,
You come to me
on a spirit
of morning,
I kiss your lips
with love of speaking.
Your body is the soul
of adoration,
and Thor's myth
is gentle in your eyes.
I kneel before you.
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