Fires rage within me, stirring embers
long cold, making me lean my head
back and arch my neck as I once
saw a huge turtle do with her lover
in an icy cold stream.
I will twine my neck with yours
as she did with her mate and
have you tower over me
and possess all of my love
and sweetness
for you are the one who
stirs me
the only one to awaken
me from this long sleep
I have been in
come to me and consume me
my sleep has been
life threatening
in its depth and length.

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