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Island of the HeartA sultry and gentle silence descends upon the moonlit island of my joyous heart, and the sweet jasmine scented memories of our love affair gently waft across the sandy shores of my mind lighting the pristine desires of my soul and reignite the white hot flames of passion for my lady. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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