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Uplove

Her willowy frame,
sparks a flame.

Her satin lips,
inspires a kiss.

Her tender heart,
renews each part.

Her velvet touch,
is, oh, so much.

Her sweet kiss
is a rare love potion.

She stole my heart,
from the start.

She melts my soul,
makes me whole.

She drowns me
in her romance ocean.

She intoxicates me
with her bold beauty.

She mesmerizes me
with her soulful eyes.

My world revolves
around her sun.

My days with her
are filled with fun.

My nights are full
of heaven's passion.

My paths lead
to her each day.

My life is hers
and hers is mine.


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤


Image: By SDRandC

















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