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Dec 2012
A caress so slow that it collides
and slides into a heartbeat,
so sweet,
no retreat or love that free falls to attention,
that kiss, that look,
a whisper that sets alight the fires burn
as we turn ready to attack
passion that explodes into body to body
and hearts beat as one,
the look of love my sweet, my sweet.
Harpo Rhum
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