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He she see.  She he see.

They hear, they smell, they touch, they taste...

Passions rise and climb to the mounting of her.

Excitement, warmth, ecstasy, and climax...

Reason returns, gentle holdings, the soft whisper in the ear:

"I love you,"

While the wetness of their love oozes and drips from between her legs.

And after they are gone, returned to their other worlds,

All that remains on the bed are the

Love Stains.



"You are nice."

"Do you like me?"

"We can try."

"No one is better."

"Do you love me?"

"I will love you forever."

"I've never been happier."

"I am sad."

"Oh, that hurts."

"Don't you care?"

"These have been marvelous times."


And after they have parted, returned to their separate worlds,

All that remains in their hearts are the

Love Stains.



The scene of death is lying just below the flight of the vultures,

who know not of gods or men.

They hear, they smell, they touch, they taste...

The Passion's star has risen and climbed the mount.

The healer, lover, teacher,

prophet, priest and King,

hangs dying on the cross.

The best that life has to offer,

they have crucified out of fear.

Agony, cold, fear, and death...

Reason leaves, violent givings, yet the whisper of God in the world:

"I love you."

And the wetness of his love oozes and drips from between His legs,

Red blood falling on the ground.

But after he has parted, resurrected to the other world,

All that remains in the ground are the

Love Stains.

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