An Irish Summer

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We spent four days in the Galway heat,
Their hottest summer - apparently.
You wore a simple ivory dress,
And what was visible to the naked eye,
Was your luscious body underneath that dress.
The smell of whiskey and tobacco
In that Gaelic air, and the tin whistle playing,
As we shared four nights of passion,
That Irish summer.





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