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2025-02-24
Hanging coolly,
in the curls of wind
and push and pull,
I give to you my breast and soul.
To lay with you,
in the bosom of your arms,
fastened firmly around my waist,
your deep kisses drench my lips.
And when my eager tongue
brushes, touches yours,
it seems I taste the first taste
of what love must be.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
in the curls of wind
and push and pull,
I give to you my breast and soul.
To lay with you,
in the bosom of your arms,
fastened firmly around my waist,
your deep kisses drench my lips.
And when my eager tongue
brushes, touches yours,
it seems I taste the first taste
of what love must be.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
