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About This Poem
Desire
We're holding hands,
I turn to you.
It's hard to withstand,
your eyes so blue.
I look in the mirror,
to your soul.
My thoughts become clearer,
as our passion unfolds.
Without a sound,
you touch my lips.
My heart does pound,
as I place my hands on your
hips.
As we pass the point of no
return,
our hearts on fire, our passion
burns.
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