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A Day of Magic


A Day of Magic

A gentle breeze
The rustling trees
Your hands placed softly on my knees

A water fall mist
The evening tryst
Your lips to mine when we kissed

A fire burns
The water churns
Your passion flows and my heart yearns

A day with you
The passion grew
Your body on mine yet no one knew

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