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Desire's Wisp
Upon weary bending knee.
shaking voice plea.
Gentle be to my heart when taking.
For simple touch left my soul aching.

Epic stories begin with history.
For woven within our life.
Shall be these tales of lover’s glory.
Dreamers dream of here and why.

When flutters of skin upon lover’s skin. 
Start an erupting fire,
One that only two souls can ignite.
With a smoldering wisp of desire.

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