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By wistful Date: 2003 Aug 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.23.20.14.12375]] |
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There was no fear in that first kiss Just welcoming warmth and tenderness No hopeful promise of future joys But all things crystallized current. Exploring variations of touch and pressure taste and pleasure tender searchings deepest drawings achingly satisfied in ripe seduction. I could not leave that moment I could not leave that bliss I could not leave that presence That present of your kiss. |