Aerated by a loving breath I am,–
feeling my soles rested upon a cushiony moss,
my soma afloat in a void,
a caressing, slightly cooling touch.
In your palms' bassinet my skin is being laid;
enclasped in safety I wish to dwell,
deliquesce in Immensity,
forever feeling Acceptance.
My heart
with melody resounds,
my soul
with peace is inspired.
Swaying
is
this naked lullaby.
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