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Aug 2019
My fingers gently brush the hair from your eyes.
As I rest my hand on the curve of your thigh.

As the other hand combs your hair behind your ear.
I whisper I love you and pull your body near.

Your passionate kiss stirs a blinding desire.
Two tongues dancing like flames from a fire.

Our souls become one tethered by a kiss.
Lost in the rhythm and rapture of  sacred bliss.
Written by
B D Caissie  48/M/Canada 🇨🇦
(48/M/Canada 🇨🇦)   
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