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Passion Moves

Passion moves as a window shade blown by a sudden breeze; as a bare leg against smooth sheets; as a gentle sigh in dreaming. Passion moves in a sheening moonlit arc; in the softest sunrise tiptoeing across the mountaintop. Passion moves like the motion of the grasses when the wind lays them down across the meadows; like a whisper breath of spring unwrapping buds in quiet splendor. Passion moves me for you

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