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Passionate Fingers

The light grows silver and full of silent promises.
Slowly, your hands caress the curve of my neck
and lay finally, on my impatient lips.

The quick movement of a breath betrays my secrets.
Truth speaks in the shine of my hair and glint of my eyes:

I am yours.

Your kiss comes slowly, just as twilight fades.
Passionate fingers hold my soul between their lines

Always.


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