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The Magic of July

This time tomorrow let

Sun seduce senses ,

he sounds of soft saffron,

has scratching sweet lips.

Radiant sugars

soft

slowly

screamy

shhhh…

listen for the Gold.

Silence smacks

juicy

silky smooth skin

my body knows surrender

Radiant summer

growing young,

glowing bold.

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Thank you, Kate. Your poem spell is gorgeous as always.

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