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Jun 2014
The lights low
Our breathe heavy
her eyesΒ Β speak of pleasure
Their bodies pressed tightly together
Our kiss is as bright as the sun
She moans elegantly
As his hands stroke her breast
Love is spoken without speaking
For this is true love
DaRk IcE
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DaRk IcE
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   Patrick Conroy
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