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Sunbathing
I feel the wind caress my skin
and warmth from the sun above;
nature stirs sweet sensations,
similar to making love.
The lake laps onto
shore,
teasing me, tickling my toes;
I enter a secret, waking dream,
as only one with nature knows.
Soft feelings, like a
blanket cover
and Mother Earth becomes my lover.
Sue Martin
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