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Sense of destiny
The touching of skin can be intense
Left me hanging in suspense
Eyes sparkling with a fiery delight
Within me the desire does ignite
Thoughts of passion and romance
Skin tingling with the possible chance
Bodies together like scones and cream
Let it all lead to a living dream
With those magnetic lips of sapphire
Contact would feel like wildfire
Burning deep w...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:29 pm
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