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Dec 2013
Ive held the winters frost within my veins
as your flaming tongue lingered upon my lips,
wanting only you.
Feeling your fingers dance along my hips
making me feel like I am engulfed in fire.
For fingers slowly melted my heart.
I had opened to love,
for that you gave me.
Samantha Steele
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Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
(The Dirty South)   
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