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SWEETEST RAPTURE

Dawning gently,
satin cradle,
sweetest rapture,
may we share.

Arms enfolding,
eyes of fire,
eager fingers,
through your hair.

Body rushes,
reaching focus,
liquid summit,
drowning mind.

Dreamscape fading,
slowly beading,
hot and salty,
down my spine.
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These Poems are an exerpt from "Sweetest Rapture" © 1996 Duoscope Special Publications
"Sweetest Rapture" was written by  Michael P. Smeer.