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Nov 2015
We made Love with our eyes from across
The Golden Room in the sky.
And when she sat across from me I could
Feel Both Hearts heavy beat.
She managed to brush my leg, with tapping feet.
A blush Rose in her face as she herself introduced
Unto me, My Heart began to race and I said
"You're made of something that I've held before."
And now, well of course,
Here we are; Once More.
Written by
Jeffrey Stelling  NY
(NY)   
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