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Sweet Summer

June 14, 2008
By Anonymous

I trace my fingertips
along the curves of your muscles.
Moving closer-
you wrap your arms around me,
and I rest my head on your chest.
In this moment no words are spoken.
Everything is felt.
I close my eyes.
I listen to your heart beat.
I breath in.
Your tan skin smells of sweet,
sweet summer.


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