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Feb 2013
Your warmth dances from your surface
And blankets my skin
As my cheeks stretch into a smile

Like arms, my lips reach out to touch you
And slowly, your sweet body comes my way

At last we touch and like
A mid-summers kiss,
My nerves tingle with excitement
As my muscles relax and are pulled
Into a kind of trance

We separate at last,
Only to come together again

Ah, the joy
Of sipping tea
Elizabeth Ann
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Elizabeth Ann  Washington, United States
(Washington, United States)   
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