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Midnight
Written: Maxima

Whelping
Somewhere between the cushions
Scattered throughout 
corners of the room, 
a small pet 
 lifts her feet toward the clouds.
And announces the imminent
dawning of her litter.
We do not have the excess time
I was born to love you –
the darkness of truth surrounds
us.
Because You My Love;
You –  I can explain it all
It is the divine taste of hot kisses.