Outside my window, through the palms trees sleeping quietly swaying in the wind a silver moon lulls itself in the tropical sea. My arms spread hungry searching for you or is it the memory of you? Wind blows and evokes a flower perfume it intoxicates me into a memory scent of your breath the sweet kiss and my lips wait thirsty. A kiss from you I feel that next to these
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