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Avid restless lips in the night,
behind the hatch of shadows, a whisper,
solitary nibble that burns in the brooch
of a hidden desire, dark and pure.
Senses unleashed, senseless dance,
the perfume of the skin, fire and mist,
every touch is storm, a soul unleashed,
while time breaks and overwhelms.
In this game of light and shadow,
promises are entangled, tender whispers,
and like lightning, passion dazzles,
everything is an instant, everything is eternal.