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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2010 Apr 26 Comment on this Work [[2010.04.26.21.27.3002]] |
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The chill of spring rain sizzles soft against my skin Hot with fevered yearning to feel your touch instead Fingers tracing cool where icy droplets wet my neck Trail beyond what's exposed to slide along my chest Quench the heat that's burning in my tongue and lips and flesh Fill me up with soothing for this fire from within |