O Holy Night

You open gentlest eyes one inch from mine;

Our noses touch, we breathe.

Our soft-hard flesh in-presses.

This April night of all nights is most fine.

To hold is much. We rest,

Begin again with blesses—

Our holy gift—sweet sex divine.

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