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Fountain
of Life
She
drinks from my fountain of life
Her
lips are wet with its taste
Her
throat welcomes it once again
A
belly full with my thousandth child
Her
lips and tongue are an incantation of voodoo magic
In
the womb of their wetness I lose consciousness
When
I find my right mind again,
Still
somewhat scattered
I
am limp and still inside her pleasure.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
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