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Jul 2018
Soft lips brushing my face
Stepping through to a place
An innocent kiss goodbye
Unlocks in my mind's eye
The key to a fantasy door
Where friends become more...
Ahh...the sweet promise of something more that may lay behind the innocent brush of lips...
Written by
Eily Nash  55/F/London
(55/F/London)   
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