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As the hours pass us by,
Our bodies join closer,
The warmth of your breasts against my chest,
The sweet scent of your long black hair,
The moans you make as the moon ever so slightly shine in,
Not knowing what this warmth will bring us,
It felt as if we were in the eye of a storm,
Never wanting to leave was my only mistake.
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Love's Canvas
PoetryA poetic journey between two students. Kate and Dillon. As they go through the rest of their high school lives together. Love Guilt Regret We may feel love but its never there only our foolish, Sexual desiers. Mature sexual depictions.
