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Oct 2015
soft scent of Nag Champa
mingles delicately with Patchouli
I close my eyes and breath deep
the fragrances of my dearest  
finding myself floating on waves of pheromone
my body contorts and folds
with each passing air current
smoke in a sunlight ray
unpredictable in its consistency
moving without effort
I land gently…
looking up from my resting place
two clear pools reflect
my own brown eyes piercing
my heart swells
my hands sweat
this is what love feels like –
Sam Temple
Written by
Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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   --- and Randolph L Wilson
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