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Sep 2014
Caress my curves;
      speak softly; your lips
touch mine with grace.

Trace the knolls and shallows of flesh.

Speak nothing more,
       nothing less.

Feel my heart, as it beats with yours.
Once a lone soul,
        awakened to yours.
For one of the dearest souls I've met.
Pdub
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