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Dreams In The Sand
A gentle breeze
on golden face,
eyes dark,
like ace of spades.
Your footprint in sand
I touch,
a wanting more potent
than lust.
Your hair that dances
in time,
to the ebbs and flows
of tide.
A smile I long to kiss
and taste,
to have one chance
I'd fall from grace.
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