Lilies on the neck and the shoulders, lily-rounds on the Gems, slipping on The Path, trumpets on the hips…infinite desire, down on the lines of candor, on the secret roads…lily-fondles and peony-caress on all the sweetness in the bazaar, climbing his Greatness, The Great Capture…infinite Love, infinite ecstasy…

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