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Nov 2012
Be still my beating heart
for fear thy sound
awakes
once more
the longing of my soul
to feel her breath
again
soft and warm
upon my aching flesh
in prelude
of her touch...

her gentle lips
pressed against mine own
relieving my want
my need
in tender motion
of a kiss.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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