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The smell
of the air,
Sweeter the honey.
The scent of your hair,
The blow of the wind,
The warmth of your touch takes me back there
again
The heat of the day,
The chill of the night,
Your soft, creamy skin,
The warm candle light,
They take me away.
The love for you,
That I have in my heart,
Is like liquid poetry,
The finest of art.
So drink now your fill,
'Twill never run drie,
Lest hell freezes over,
Or this body should die.
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