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Jun 2014
A gush of breath, warm and slow
Rising from a simmering desire,
Lying asleep Deep, deep and low
Rising steadily, like from a fire
Until is stopped, consummated,
By your touch, warm and welcome,
Lights the fire, we both awaited
To burn together and melt into one.
Windy Visage
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