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Stolen Moments

�
when the fingertips
touch each others for the first time �
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sublime �
� �
and there's an unexplainable, �
inexplicable tingling all over �
� �
that itch you can't scratch....you remember that? �
�
lips touching �
gently, eagerly �
for the first time �
of many times to cum �
� �
and our eyes are closed �
� �
yet there is a � �
bright blue spark, �
like the argon flash �
of a bolt of lightning- �
perhaps it should be frightening....... �
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�...but it's not �
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lost inside our night moves �
and our bodies are burning hot �
those deeply erogenous zones �
begin to click on �
feelings, smells, whispers and moans �
� �
synapses begin to break �
�
and the body begins �
to swoon and quake �
gyrate.....hips begin to �
slither and move � �
like a long, black snake �
� �
longing �
to be manipulated, �
titillated, �
played with, �
stroked by feverish hands �
� �
times beginning, woman and man � �
�
and all your inhibitions �
have become uncovered, � �
unencumbered and your �
fruit is oh so �..ripe �
�
for the picking �
� �
and the pricking, �
sticking the key �
inside the door �
to delicious �
�� intimate �
�� giving �
� �
reminiscing �
� �
by candlelight �
sipping fine wine �
drifting on �
a momentous �Time out of Mind� �
� �
fond remembrance �
of the autumnal memories of our ��Stolen Moments.....�