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Wanton
Sweet gentle waters
Cascade upon my skin,
Burning me, melting me,
Inviting aching sin.
Touching deep
Within my soul,
Shaping my breath
With a mere touch.
A glance...
A whisper of love,
Make me cry for wanting,
Leaving me grasping for more.
A wanton lost among
The ripples of the tide.
© TZ
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