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Rough sun tanned hand grasps soft flesh toned fingers
A white porch swing sings its gentle rocking song
Red failing sunlight flows through gently swaying willows
Evening is here, and night is coming on
Whispered suggestion blows on Jasmine scented earlobes
Tugging at heartstrings that have been playing all along
White cotton dress lies beside faded dungarees
On a waxed wooden floor 'neath a four poster bed
Softly blowing breeze rustles blue print curtains
Over rumpled cotton sheets and flowing flaxen hair
A million cricket voices drown out passionate murmurs
Another day has ended as their love is reaffirmed
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