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Extatica....Divino Sonetto Love can exhilarate, torment, make whole, it permeates all tissues of my soul. At first the touch of butterflies' soft wings, then energy runs deep inside, heart sings; in rising passion I feel half consumed. Warm kisses paint my cheeks with roses' blush, the garden of our growing love is lush- caresses shared, send shivers through my womb. Sweet dreams invade each night, I feel your skin touch mine, as bodies meet, our senses spin. The aftermath of love is like a breeze as dusk's clean air sounds with song of thrush; we're talking softly in this realm of peace, I feel your hand on mine in gentle squeeze. |
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