Monday, May 17, 2010

Love Touch Comments

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Cold hands upon a warm back, fingers tracing a narrow track.
Lips upon neck and face, sensations in memory that never erase.
Eyes flashing, hearts crashing, don't be afraid.
Brows creasing, pulses never ceasing, I shall come to your aide.
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Kalee Skriver
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