Give me thy lips Spring.
Kiss mine cold and old as I abed.
then cover me heatedly with the love you shed.
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Spring's a mistress that beckons but cannot quite be trusted not to turn a cold shoulder after a hot afternoon. :) In the case of this, though, Spring speaks of a youthful heart, a green spirit, bringing warmth to bones believing themselves into the November of their days.more...
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