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TO LOUNGE IN MY ARMS
Late noon ends, dusk leaves a tangy remark
Mixing red and yellow to drift away
Now luna marmalade, love trails to sway
Oh, sip our Tuscan wine on glint of dark
Paint watercolor kiss with mouths so plumb
Quivering in nectar of twilight’s lei
Raise the fragrance and waltz on dewed bouquet
To lounge in my arms, fondled like autumn.
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