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The instant we met sparks flew like floating blisters of heat, creating a fire between us, you and me. Lighting such a desire that explodes within us so fast that there can be no stopping us. Like animals, we scented it, inhaled, smelled and tasted this erotic explosion. Quickly we moved and touched, melded our bodies and scorched our lips. Little trails of fire licked down to the cores of our heat. Lava bubbled and burst at the seams forcing our souls up and out to commingle making our fantasy become reality. �2006 Sandra Elizabeth Johnson |
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