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Wine & Spirits
I sit and wonder of the yesterdays
Of what used to be.
Then I saw your smile
Felt the rush of feeling as your touch
Filtered through my body and soul
Like a fine glass of red, robust wine
On an unquenched thirst of
Passion.
Smooth and lasting trailings
Of strong arms
Soft whispers
So free and wanton
But lost in a sense of abandonment
Madly, quietly and softly
Echoes the throes of fulfillment
As the seconds,
Stray into minutes
The minutes into hours
As the night of fervour
Lasts playfully
Happily
And as we drink the last drop of the full-bodied liquor
Our thirsts are quenched
And we are
Satisfied.
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