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Mar 2011
The words we swap;
Small whispers.
The images we collect;
Blissful memories.
The scenarios we create;
Long embraces.

Are all so beautiful;
The sight of your face.
Are all so amazing;
The smell of your hair.
Are all so magical;
Your hand on my thigh.

They leave me wanting;
Just a teensy bit.
Written by
Monique Saunders
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