The creation point
The star of your eye, was steady. Was it then that infinite love returned with that power, raising waves in the depths and rebirthing anew? Your breast was a white desert! You pointed to a small red mole on the peak of your exposed, uplifted mountain, saying, 'This will live forever.' It would return, flowing through eternity. That's where I touched. With all my strength revealed, love descended, touching lips. From your neck, cheeks, to your youthful breasts, navel, and yoni - a single creation point! The flame of fire returns again and again.
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