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We Are The Ancestors Of Those Gardening The Universe.

Your Mouth On Mine Our Bridge To Cross And Serve Where We Would Go. Utopia Of Sensations The Flesh Could Never Know.

Remembrance Of Our Kiss Brings Not Your Lips Nor Mine To Mind. The Flesh Can Only Envy Consumption So Divine.

Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same Colors In The Middle Of The Wilderness When No One Sees You.

Sex In Space (earth Included) Far Exceeds Our Wildest Imaginations, And Is More Than A Big Bang, That's For Sure, It's Cosmic.