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Softness in your hands ..touches..
Just melting in my caring hands
Like wild fires awaken by tender thunder
and magic breath takes us in soul
Dont find an excuse to walk away
or to shy away from our eyes
I see the glow you call lust
trying to be free from your hold let me hold you for the first time
and decide if its real or not
let me touch you and be one
the lover you may never found
Say no more the arguments that fade
its your heart that is alive
I hear when you are not saying no word
but your eyes and lips have mind
and words of their own.......
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