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On a gentle breeze, the warm summer air carries a sweet, heavy aroma; the scent of sugary juices wafts between the branches. I step barefoot among the short, gnarled trees with light green leaves, careful not to tread on the rotten fruit littering the grass. A fly buzzes by my ear every so often, whispering to me a low vibrato. I search carefully and slowly for the perfect one, the roundest, plumpest, most beautifully colored piece of art nature could provide me. Moving leaves kindly and tenderly aside to examine each fruit, I caress each of them affectionately, breathing in their bouquet as I pass from one to another. Then, I find it, the id

While I read your soul through the words you speak, I feel a pull in my chest. My heartstrings are being wrenched and twisted Every which way they can. As each word passes through The space between my ear and my brain, I fall a little deeper. A little deeper into the pits of love. The claws of your passion grab hold of me And I cannot break free, wouldn't if I could. I am at ease here, always the listener. The purveyor of peace of mind. My captor, never stop your words of ecstacy. I'm getting drunk on the rhythm Of your buttery smooth voice And it feels so right. Take this hold you have on me. Cherish it. Cherish me. I worsh