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Sensual WindA sweet sensual wind gently blows across the fertile plains of my heart, warm breezes of intoxicating delight sweep across the quiet valley of my soul, a ferocious wave of desire blazes across the golden fields of my mind, and the gloriously radiant sun of her love warms the gentle garden of my life. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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