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The Art of Seduction

It starts with a bottle of rum it always starts with rum ... well in your case we'll substitute tequila hints of caramel caressing the tongue as we forget the lime we always forget the lime, when living out fantasies on island time waves wash upon our bare bodies as sun lays down her head a rush of oceanic breezes seduce sands of gold, playing out as bed my breath, your heart the strum of a Cuban guitar holding out for hope just off of the horizon as we disappear into each other the beach, within your reach my hand pressed upon your heart spirit playing into the part we'll never be apart even if afar seagulls sing for their supper as we hold on boundlessly we hold on

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Date: 10/16/2019 6:11:00 AM
Just give me the man, no drinks needed Great poem
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Date: 10/13/2019 2:33:00 PM
...the seagulls, always sing for their supper, but not the Hawks.
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Date: 10/10/2019 12:10:00 PM
Oh wow I am with Jan! And run is my drink too! Wow again and seduction has been achieved;) have a rum waiting I'll be there!;) amazed T and seduced!;)
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Date: 10/10/2019 10:35:00 AM
Wow TS you certainly seduce me with this poem, how about a cocktail later:-) hugs Jan xx
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