with a touch it begins,
this magical, mysterious, illusion,
becoming that which
could never be,
lying on soft, fresh, forest floors,
inside cool, green, universes,
where all that is real fades away,
shifting, shaping, changing into
perfect lovers, in perfect worlds;
gods among the majestic;
it is here I give you,
the most precious gift
I have to give,
fulfilling your deepest
secret desires,
that which no one sees,
but me.
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