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Your neck is silk on my lips
my fingers caress warm sunlight in your hair
fragrant warmth fills me, I try to breath you in
I chased you across stormy beaches, breathing salt spray
and yelling my joy into the wind
pummeled and frightened by the wild sea
we delighted in each other
thrilled smiles giggles wrapped in course towels
cold toes and hot drinks burning numb fingers
bodies pressed close
alive, breathless listening to the rain
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