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Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Satyrs

Dance with me, my bliss.
Let us be lost in the woods
For a little while.

Naked and perfect,
So majestically alive!
Sweating and writhing...

Unable to stop, 
Unable to *want* to stop.
We must be made One.

Instant ecstasy.
We praise our gods together:
May this never end.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

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