With my hand I build it
Slowly, stroke by stroke.
And with my fingers, it heightens
Until my touch is all that she knows
Finally my tongue, it finds her,
And drives her straight towards the cliff
Then, like a torrent she goes,
Fast now, over the edge unto heaven.
An angel in orgasmic ecstasy
A goddess, if ever one was.
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