Warrior Love

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You left chrysanthemums
scattered at my feet
like the pencil shavings piled up
Next to my bed,
I can hear your music
Still playing,
And I can still smell you
Like even now,
My flower of eternity
A heart that murmurs
of lilies on my hips
And on your knees you love me
Take me, thrust
Like that of a warrior
In the line of fire
With the lust of heaven
On your lips.

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