I savor your subtle mysteries
the erotic unveiling of your curves,
the quirky recesses of your mind.
Avidly I search
to know the every cell
inside your unseizable self.
Sous le Pont Mirabeau
coule la Seine....
your liquid feelings ebb and flow
your tyrant body's losing hold.
Beyond this final bridge,
the banks of the beloved
widen their bounds,
expanding into love
for all that is.
In the Sea ends
our story of the Seine,
begins la Mer qui aime.
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