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Dec 2018
I find you against the shimmering moonlight
That dowses the scene in a serene glow.

I hear your soft breath in the dead stillness of night
Softening against the natural sounds of the night
The crickets whirring and the wind rustling the leaves.

I smell your sweet perfume, invading my nostrils
Giving me that comfortable feeling of being with you.

I feel at home when you are here, tasting your kisses
Noting that your mouth tastes like milk.
Christopher Richard-Francis
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Christopher Richard-Francis  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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