Coitus

In the lovers' domain
 Like a dream too wide for the brain
 I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff
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 And strain
 Take pity
 On a boy deployed in your sandpaper-palmed infinity
 I beg you, take the time to mine good ore from me
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 I beg you, lay you down on me
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 Etch it on my psyche
 Employed my body nightly
 I bizarrely find some poise, find some poise
 Naked in a poorly lit priory
 Take pity
 Shook by your cautious broad-stroke battery
 And if I am out of bloom and lack your rain
 I beg you, lay it down on me
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 Make grace
 Lost in your sandpaper-palmed infinity
 I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff
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 And plead
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 And if I am out of bloom and lack your grace
 
 I beg you, rain it down on me