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April 26, 2005

Yearning

There's always a yearning
That accompanies desire
A glass of water in the heat
A breath of fresh air in a bar
A slight breeze in the summer stillness
A warm fire in the midst of winter's chill
And the taste of your kiss...

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 11:24 PM