Distilled
I slide touch along your skin
Ravishing mountain ranges begin
Crested crisp breezes billow in you
Drenched in your artful drops of dew
Desire’s designs disproved as sin
Sanctified and sacred with no chagrin
Nature’s dictates are distilled in you
We’ll obey, make, and new laws accrue
EaS
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