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By B.K. Date: 2002 Mar 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.05.23.06.31522]] |
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Softly you take my face into your hands And brush my lips with yours As though a butterfly sweeps by and brushes the sky With its breathtaking presence My senses implode my heart Into a million tiny sparkles of light Our lips touch again, this time with sultry yearning Melting time and space into erotic jeweled moments Pausing only momentarily To remember ...............To Breathe bk 09-08-00 |