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Memories of Last NightThe sweet perfume of a rose bush fills the still morning air. Reminding me of the lovely night spent making passionate love with you. The heavenly scent of warm Cinnamon rolls fills the kitchen with unearthly delight. Stirring fond memories of our sensual night spent in each others arms. The wonderful aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafts through the house causing me to happily recall the passion of our moonlit dance of love. As I fall asleep on my couch to have sweet dreams of you. Donavon Scott Vinson For Brynlee Dyson my dear friend. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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