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Monday, July 11, 2011

Love's Moment

The shape of her face;
The line of her brow;
The green of her eyes,
A glimpse into her lush fertile soul,
Drawing me ever nearer,
This siren I cannot resist.
Breathing her breath,
Lips gently separate
Meeting in love’s timeless moment.
This one true kiss
Is an ocean breeze
Upon which dreams soar.
by Brian Shivers,
May 2004

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