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A SUMMERS NIGHT

at its finest,  under the moon light.

beautie shining escaping fiercely.

like the northern light bursting  in  the starey night.

A tantalizing glimmer upon her face, 

releasing the love in the air like a genie that might appear 

laying on a bed of roses  under a summers night 

holding her ever so tight.

cool breeze blowing threw her hair.

two souls melting with a remedy sounding so sweet to the ear.

beeating hearts like african drums no rethem sounding ever so better.

the escape from our lifes flowes like a river like nothing else seems to matter.

laying under a beautiful moon light.

In a summers night.

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Tina Moore

beautiful and romantic ,heart melting stuff curtiss  .good piece  tina x

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Curtiss Bush jr

thank you so much, lately i have hadd a hard time coming up with new ideas i keep having writers block

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Valerie Beasley...

Curtiss...I really like this write.  It's romantic and you have enclosed yourself and your companion in where moonlight, a bed of roses, cool breezes, the mystery of the night are exclusive to passion shared by two.  You've created a moment in time, a window that the reader can look through and say  "that's beautiful".

val

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