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Sponges
Running down your chin
warm on my shoulder;
Vanilla candles;
Water full of suds
soaking each other;
In the bathtub
rejuvenate,
lips touching mine;
Scented ripples
cascading
head to toe;
Just lie back;
Relax,
sponges
soothe .
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Melani Udaeta
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