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Jan 2016
The first glimpse made me crazy
our eyes met, I turned, you caught me again.

It's weird, it's happening so fascinating.
Well dressed, you did impress!
Not me in my head!
Confused down to my shoes. Mind is blowing, like the wind hurling
Do I give in or just play a fool, something has attracted you.

I have a **** figure, could this be the trigger that made you wither.
The attraction is sensational, the timing is torrential.
I have a life you have a wife.
From dawn to dust we will not see, lust can be deeper than love.
Written by
Sharlee  High Wycombe
(High Wycombe)   
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