The Wind sweeps around the world in one gust
Two spirits are joined
They feel one another as they move
Smoothly gliding past each other
They're warm and comforting in the exchange of vibrating thoughts
They move together, think together, breathe together
One breath and another… and another
Each with a new, elaborate, pulsating thought
Then they slow, basking in the light
Lust is the mother of matrimony
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