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For The Man I Love
It's always you,
A never ending kiss
Settles on my lips and breathes fire,
A fire that never dies.
The subtle touch of a musician's hand,
Play me these rhythms of love
On my skin, in my heart.
With you I am transformed,
No longer flesh and bone,
But something that soars, that melts,
The intangible takes control,
With you I find my God.
by Carol
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