Whenever they feel cold, they sense fear, they feel hungry.....
My Love Birds tug themselves together, holding each other, arm by arm, feather to feather, skin to skin...
Warming with desire.
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To advance, to transpire, to transcent, through music, through space, from mountain to mountian, ocean to ocean, one night club to one religious retreat...
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