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Dec 2011
At night I wait,
longing for your sweet embrace.
A gentle touch.
For with each touch
of your arm against mine,
a new flame lights,
its warm tongue burning me soothingly.

No words describe what you mean to me,
each time I go to try,
the words fly far from my mind
leaving me in a silenced state
of absolute wonder.
Heidi A Readey
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