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Dec 2015
Falling into the abyss of love.
Lost in the depth of my passion for you.

Finding no satisfaction for my infatuation,
but by holding you against me.

Looking into your eyes,
your soft skin silken to my touch.

Then gently as our lips
touch softly for just a moment.

Bringing fire to my soul, passion to my heart,
knowing your love, for all time is real.
Willard Wells
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Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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