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Nov 2012
There's a fresh breeze blowing
lightly speckled with a fine rain
as I stand face tilted up receiving it's kisses
smiling thinking of you
your soft breath upon my skin
the moistness of your lips against my cheek
my head tilted back
receiving once more your kisses


whilst smiling.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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