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By Belinda Date: 2011 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2011.08.14.21.28.5654]] |
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He poured Sangria wine into my glass so fine as we cuddled on the sofa and laughed out loud Let us dance slowly, he said as he brushed the hair from my eyes with his fingertips that sent shivers down my spine like a thunderbolt hitting the ground but it was my soul embracing what it has been missing all these years and the thunder heard was my heart beating racing His arms held me tight protecting me from the outside not letting go so easily our lips touched our breath into one as his hands slid down the curve of my back intimately and affectionately surrendering losing all sense of time this is the way it should be but it was just Wishful Thinking Belinda 8/14/11 |