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Dec 2012
Illusion turns to reality
Clay oven, fire, heat
The kiss, passion erupts
Standing in the rain, frozen heat
Your body is wet, torrential rains
The kisses become more sensual
Rain dripping down your face
I can taste your essence, I can smell your scent
Your body is wet, I feel fire
The taste of romance feeds my hunger
Miss you so much - x
Edward Searson
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Edward Searson  England
(England)   
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