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Jul 2017
his love was like lightning

bolts of energy surging from the kiss of his lips

incandescent heat of his hand trickling down your spine

and the sense of anticipation waiting for him to strike again

but just like lightning

he never strikes in the same place twice
Written by
lynne  18/F
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