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I can feel you moving your hands over me
Your touch is soft like a feather it pulls me
Your soft words reside in my dreams where you place me
I am at peace while you body moves next to mine
As our bodies touch our souls connect
Like the water in the streams we flow together
Love making is sweet as we survive inside each others skins
Passion move inside us like the air through the trees
Our bodies move together in sweet harmony
Sweat it forms over the curves and faces Our love is particles forever sealed in our own embrace 

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