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Paradox

Metaphors of Love

I look up, from downtown
And see the hills of joy.
Beyond that I glance at
The sparkling stars of love's face.

I grab a hill and pull myself onto
The soft succulent body of love
Being careful not to hurt its delicate form
I take a finger and explore it's perfect shape.

Staring off into the stars
While I conquer each hill
Soon I will reach the top
And then I will plow the crop

After awhile we become one
Now it is time for the fun
I rub my hands down the path
Only to reach my love's kitty cat

Then I slowly place myself into the warm moist heaven
Looking up into the stars
I go in very, very, far
Exploring this heaven with my car

I go into a dream
Then love screams
Its wind blows into my ear
Harder it says for me to hear

I grasped the hills with all my might
Visiting the warm moist heaven all night
Soon the time will be right
For me and love to feel all right.

Together with love , it is warm
We both sweat like a storm
Soon my love will swarm
Right out my love muscle's door.

Then it arrives the point of climax
Together we grasp
Then each of our rivers flow
Together our love has grown.