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Can't you see the river?
  Flowing between my thighs,
    Begging of your confirmation,
      Staking claim of our shared desire.

Can't you taste the river?
  Tongue-tracing the rapids,
    As they gush from my crevice,
      Violently birthing from my womb.

Can't you smell the river?
  Flowing freely unto you,
    Deeply puncturing your nostrils,
      Greedily enticing your need once again.

Cant you hear the river?
  Spewing forth of me,
    Begging your attention,
      Acknowledging you as the creator?

Cant you touch the river?
  Tracing the paths,
    Following entirely too close,
      Carefully stealing to find your way...
                          
                                         ...home.