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Oct 2013
Tracing your tongue along my lips
Cover my skin with fingertips
Oh, the ecstasy of touching me
Even softly, gently, carefully
It is then that I realize how alive I really am

Walking beside you
Beneath skies, blue
Oh, the peace surrounds
The sounds and circles we round
They make me crave the sweetest moments
J Hamersly
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J Hamersly  Clarks summit
(Clarks summit)   
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