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Aug 2016
There is a girl, on whom I've grown sweet,
the most gorgeous girl, I ever did meet ,
with beauty beyond, such false compare,
at which I must try not to stare.

Her lips press so soft against mine,
and for a moment everything feels fine,
along my chest, her fingertips trace,
quickly causing my heart to race,

and all I know, is simply this,
there's nothing I want, more than her kiss.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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