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A moth flutters by the light,
Off into the night.
A lovers hand travels slowly
Tracing gentle, dancing lines
Tickling, teasing
Over her craving body.
His lips pull forth her secrets.
Fingers intertwine.
A space made for one another
Under cover of time.
Birds sit on a line,
A world unaware.


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