Circles

The Act Of Love Circles that flash with pleasures of fire, Fire that shoots to bowels and brain; Circles of soft and slippery pleasure, Circles that fill and circles that drain. Circles touching with sinewy softness, Softness as hard as ramrod or stake; Circles that sweep to planet’ry heavens, Circles to dream as if never to wake. Circles as smooth

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