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Apr 2012
Your lips warm and soft
like summers breeze
alight like butterfly
with silken touch
from fresh blown scent
of woodland breath...

that tastes of fruit
and mountain dew
easy upon my tongue
that dances light
within the meadow
of your soul
open and free in this...

mornings first kiss.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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