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Your fingers are in my hair, while whispering softly. Wild, latent passion flows from a glass of wine. * Hands are on the body; I tremble at your touch. A bite of desire on the lips, my fingers are looking for you frantically. * We drown reason in wine, so we can breathe together and drink from the lips. We feed on the bark of the tree of life. The fight against madness in us fear of dam collapsed. In the end, - we chose the path trodden by reason. * The magnet of youth is powerless. We are eager and scared of the life game. Hair, long curls, and a smile became a dream. Blue eyes in an embrace only a sad day. Hands are still shaking, eager to touch. --- #---

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Date: 11/27/2021 4:48:00 PM
This poem is beautifully constructed. Amazing job ! :)
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Maximilian G. Wolf
Date: 11/28/2021 1:38:00 AM
Thank you so much for support.