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Love in low-gee
My beloved has hair like a veil, drifting around her shoulders.
My beloved is nimble and supple, a fish in the sea of air.
She rests in front of me now, our mass drawing together.
Her breasts float like perfect spheres of water.
How precious is my beloved, warmth and water and light.
She smells of soil and spices, of cumin and coffee.
She turns, and her hair brushes against my lips,
filaments as warm as her body.
I followed her, but she was not there.
I turned, but every corner lacked her.
Oh, beloved, I am sick with love.
Turning again, I saw her before me,
dressed in fine linen and dancing down the wall.
My beloved was like a cascade reaction,
and each moment I beheld her, the light grew brighter,
until I cried out, and she stilled my lips with her kiss.
Her right hand holds the back of my neck, her legs are twined about me.
Where in the galaxy could there be another so lovely?
My beloved has hair like a veil, drifting around her shoulders.
My beloved is nimble and supple, a fish in the sea of air.
She rests in front of me now, our mass drawing together.
Her breasts float like perfect spheres of water.
How precious is my beloved, warmth and water and light.
She smells of soil and spices, of cumin and coffee.
She turns, and her hair brushes against my lips,
filaments as warm as her body.
I followed her, but she was not there.
I turned, but every corner lacked her.
Oh, beloved, I am sick with love.
Turning again, I saw her before me,
dressed in fine linen and dancing down the wall.
My beloved was like a cascade reaction,
and each moment I beheld her, the light grew brighter,
until I cried out, and she stilled my lips with her kiss.
Her right hand holds the back of my neck, her legs are twined about me.
Where in the galaxy could there be another so lovely?