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36. Fairies in fingers
I just turned on your avenue so to feel your breath on mine
How you linger your rain across my needy land.
The lions I could never catch yet only trap as the goats were
low.
How fast I sped at your mere embrace
A touch so heavenly although utterly dangerous
A feeling so great, leaving my knees terribly weak.
I desired more of it, but fate had other plans
Thus, all this is a redirection not a rejection
As we have locked words, sealed with pixie dust.
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