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Aug 2010
a glimpse of bliss
through the gap of the
door, slightly ajar
your naked body
stretching in the
early morning light

bending to get your robe,
unaware of my presence,
your lithe form, smooth skin
earth shook
and my knees got weak
Written by
Ross
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   James Mcloughlin
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