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Cecelia's KissesI felt Cecelia's soft,fluttering butterfly kisses upon my cheek, as I slept last night. They were as cool morning mist meandering over the lake, on a warm summer's morning. Her gentle,shy kisses caressed my lips as a soft,warm breeze wandering through the mountain pines at midnight. Cecelia's cool,wet kisses strike the match that ignites the roaring fires of my passion. Causing me to arise from my slumber to take her gently into my arms, and make slow,passionate love to her as the flames of desire consume me all in all. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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