Looking into the eyes of desire,
The warmth of your beauty cascades upon me,
Encompassing my being,
And warming my soul
Like an Angel's heavenly choir.
The warmth of your breath
Upon mine is softly felt,
Slowly massaging my heart
I see it leisurely melt,
Never wanting to part.
In perfect time do they beat,
Yours and mine,
Like a watchmakers enchanted chime,
Echoing through our ears,
Warming our souls,
And retreating all of our
Once held fears.
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