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Skin kissed by firelight,
Your fingers twined through my hair,
Curled up next to you.
 
The heat on my back
Of the coming summer sun
Can't match your love's fire
 
Clothes spill to the floor
My shirt, your skirt, a bra; all
Restraint gone with them
 
Skirting around my breasts,
Your lips move to my stomach,
Hands gripping my hips...
 
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