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She tore into the night.....

   like little lightning bolts,

With a carriage made of scents of him,

   sifting her soul ----

   his touch..... 

   she longed.....

Neath that naked moon,

   meshed as one;

   not a star amiss ----

The twinkling of their kisses sweet 

   stardust upon their lips,

   as soft skin greets biting tongues

   long to seeking love


Up against a trunk of a maple.....

   his hands lifting higher her skirt,

   a deft brush upon her aching bosom,

   sugared surrender.....


She met him again, 

   waiting tall in the shadows, smiling

(She did not wait)

   she tore into the night.....

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