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Created on: July 11, 2011
Her Sweet Scent wafts
Through the Air
Begs me to hold her
In my Stare
She Nears and Settles
By my Side
Wanting me to take her
As my Guide
She leads my Fingers
Over Ivory Keys
Smooth to Touch
Eager to Please
Together we Melt
In Unison
The Piano Lesson
Has Begun
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