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Once Daydreamed
the moment, i kissed her,
there a tenderness
and a hunger,
a passion we could not dispute,
her, taking me in,
gifting, trading, pulses racing,
unguarded delightful chorus
as i received each gift from her,
and again,i saved each moment,
each thought to myself
over and over.
Copyright ©
James Skinner
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