Love had always been a dressing
She could wear upon her sleeve
Never asking her to open
Never leaving her to grieve
Yet when his eyes bored deep within in her
She now seemed to have no choice
She could feel its waves inside her
He could hear it in her voice
Now as they stood still and staring
Yearning as they never had
All they were was being offered
Two should finally unclad
The Mewriginal 
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