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A Letter From Home Hello, my most beloved heart, I grieve that we are so far apart. I dream of walking hand in hand, You and I, along the moonlit sand. Gazing at the stars above, In perfect harmony, so in love. Waves come crashing to the shore, Soft kisses given by the score. Gentle touches, soft spoken word, Only by sea and soul mate heard. Sinking slowly to the ground, Secret places sought and found. With soft caresses we do employ, Our seeking hands for to give joy. Slowly the passions begin to rise, As we gaze into each other's eyes. Then the moment two become one, Passion blazing brightly as the sun. Rocking gently as the waves, Seeking the place both of us craves. The ebbing and flowing of the tide, Echoes waves of passion we now ride. Then the moment that we seek, As we stand at that highest peak. Then with one single hear and mind, We leave the weary world behind. Gentle kisses, heartbeats slow, As we drift back to the earth below. Soft whispers and gentling touch, Oh, my heart, I love you so much. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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