Come to me.
To feel.
Pleasure in wantonness.
To tumble happily.
That is joy.
The lightness of the breeze.
The earth with its grass.
The ripened apple.
To taste.
The embrace.
Fluid softening.
To feel.
Interchange.
Pleasure in wantonness.
To shift fluidly.
That single fluid softening.
Within the embrace.
That calm fluid morning-softening.
Feeling.
To tumble happily.
That is joy.
To tumble with the bad.
To tumble with we who tumble happily.
The approach that is full of curiosity.
That is joy.
An encouragement that is within and within.
A wantonness that is within and within.
Within the embrace.
To tumble with the good.
Happy to encourage.
Happy to provide.
Come to me.
To feel wantonness.
To shift calmly.
And to tumble happily.
That is joy.
The expectation that has been quenched.
The fluid softenings.
Calm within the embrace.
That is enough.
That is lightness.
That is the wantonness of a fluid midday-softening.
That is tumbling.
That is tasting.
Pleasure in wantonness.
To tumble within the one lithe leap.
To tumble within the other lithe leap.
To tumble in the mist.
In the wisps.
Fluid evening-softening.
And then calmly curtly, too.
The interest that stirs in the nerve endings.
That is joy.
To provide and to feel.
And we embracing fluidly.
Plenty to tumble.
As I and as you.
Within the embraces.
To soften calmly.
That is to be and to taste.
That is to taste and to feel.
Great pleasure and great wantonness.
Woaw, a sublime style, movement repetition and others figures! Big hat up the artist!
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