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Jan 2019
I'm drawn to your body:
I am the moth, You are my fire.
I caress your arms:
You are the song, I am your choir.
I kiss your lips:
You are the beach, I am your tide.
I lay you down:
I am the seeker, You are my guide.
William D Hearns
Written by
William D Hearns  Florida
(Florida)   
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