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Nov 2014
i await that sweet rush
of passion, blood, & heart beats.
the friction of our flesh,
creating a seductive,
secluding warmth
for us to get lost in.

i await that sweet escape
from the pain of living
and lack of living.
the taste of your soul
on my lips.
breathing you in
through every part of me.

i await the sweet sound of home,
the symphony our senses play.
dancing with you,
romancing with you,
as the whole world falls away.
Daisy Fields
Written by
Daisy Fields  Canada
(Canada)   
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     Franklin Richards
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