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Dec 2014
Your kisses ignite a fire I did not know was flaming,
in our silence there can be no blaming,
only pure passion and words with body movement,
flaws make you beautifully dangerous, no need for improvement,

Your eyes tell me stories your lips never shall,
My infatuation is something I will no longer corral.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
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