Candice Witherington

Imagine soft, full lips and pink tongues dancing the dance of seduction.

Imagine warm red-hot pale skin presses against my soft milky white flesh in the fervent heat of passion.
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In the early morning as the moonlight glistens on soft, sweet dew that covers tender blades of grass; my arms are longing to hold you.

When the twinkle of the stars gives way to the glory and warmth of the sun as it slowly climbs over the mountain tops; my lips long to kiss you.
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Just then; you walked past me, no words were exchanged but the scent of your cologne lingered like a sweet melody.

Just then; I heard your voice down the corridor and my heart began to pound wildly in my chest.
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There are dreams that sometimes come true and there are those that never come to pass.
Perhaps our love was not destined and the fates knew it would not last.
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Forever is not long enough to walk hand in hand with you through this journey called life.
Forever is not long enough to look deep into your eyes, seeing the love I have for you reflected back at me through the twinkle I see
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Summer Dreams
The day is bright and warm as we walk hand in hand. Tender blades of grass tickle our toes as we stroll along with no particular destination in mind.
Our laughs echo across the hill tops and fill the air with happiness. No one is around but you and I and even the birds seem to give us our privacy as they silence their song when we pause to kiss.
We embrace each other, looking deep into your eyes, I see the years of pain and suffering that has taken its toll on your heart and you can see I have suffered the same.
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Talk to me, Kiss Me, Hold me, and Make love to me.

Talk to me. Tell me your deepest fears. Let my words of love bring you comfort.
Talk to me. Tell me your dreams and allow me to make them a reality.
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It's crazy how we met not so long ago;
It's crazy that in so little time just how my love has grown.
It's crazy that when I look at you my heart skips a beat;
It's crazy that after one kiss, I forget how to speak.
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To my Father in law Anton in Heaven
I never got the honor of meeting you; But you raised a good man who loves me through and through.
I think about the talks we would have had; and the silly jokes we'd play on mom, that would sometimes make her mad.
From all I've learned about the man you were and how kind you could be;
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