there’s now a fire in my heart
your initials carved there like onto the bark of a tree
just after seeing your eyes look at me that way
i’m floating weightless as if on a stream
there’s an urge to fly out of my skin
it would seem i’m in love… or lust
watching your trim figure in the lake
as you swim the breaststroke
pulling yourself onto the dock, my mouth drops wide
suggestively you lean in towards me
your arm wrapping around my waist
i’m not sure if i’m even present anymore
Swoon is right! ❤ Love!!
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Glad you like it, Penny! ❤
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Fantastic story Susi.
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❤ Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Wow. Well done!
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❤ Thank you, Ruth!
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