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Intimate moments filled with
vulnerable honesty
shimmer under the
Night sky
like a candle flickering
in the darkness,
A small flame,
whose light could be snuffed by
an icy wind blowing through,
Or lovingly caressed
by the calm warmth
of the gentle dark
Enveloping it like a lovers arms,
in the security of blankets and pillows,
Sharing it's strength,
until it lustily dance,
free of inhibitions,
Growing and longing for more,
trying to reach for heaven.
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