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Rapture
With the softness of a rose Her touch he felt upon his skin He cared not that before him She had been with many men Tho' fast asleep and now Awakened by her touch He felt the love from her That he had missed so very much She began softly kissing His back, his neck, his face Then he in turn caressed her In her every secret place Soon both were one together As beating hearts did merge They lay in rapture loving one another Fulfilling their souls urge Dedicated and inspired by my husband Michael
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