Hurricanes

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A kiss, a touch,
the feelings they rush,
they shoot from my head to my toes.

I melt in your arms,
just from your charms,
my control who knows where it goes.

I swoon, you sigh,
neither one of us can deny,
electricity runs through our veins.

No one else can compete,
with strength that can't see defeat,
like the force of two hurricanes.

-s.j.

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