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The caress of your fingers,
Is a feather down the small of my back.
A touch, sweet as the kiss of a child.
The gleam in your eyes,
As you see into my soul.
Reading my thoughts and desires.
All of my passion,
Lies here with you.
A stolen glance fans the fire.
A simple word from you,
Creates such a charge.
A spark my body requires.
My breath is stolen,
When your lips touch mine.
A reaction of which I'll not tire.
My heartbeat quickens
With the mere thought of you.
And once again I feel the flames get higher.
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