Aftermath

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    Aftermath

    Visions of relaxation
    Yeah you, you crossed my mind
    The whisper of we unwinding
    The consistent wave of affection calms my hot temple of flesh
    The spirit of everlasting pleasure arises the passion of two waves colliding
    The sound waves of beat soothes the soul
    The touch of warmth erupts two flames, ice beading into swear unfolds
    Discrete movement at a constant pace
    The flame can longer be tamed all around the atmosphere the scent the afermath of two great beings embracing the moment of love

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    jazzbury commented on Aftermath

    02-25-2009

    Very nice my dear Thats how the Aftermath should be ONE LOVE

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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