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When your tongue seeks the truth of my lips
A ventriloquism of pleasure escapes me
All I can do is moan softly, eyes shut
With a pleasure that overwhelms me
Which I hold deeply in my being
Afraid to let you go, to remain alone
Deprived of this solace of feeling
With you, the external world disappears
In the womb of my receptive body
Time flows only through our veins
Rapidly, feverishly, yet suspended
By the slow-motion of caresses
Your hand touching my skin
My lips repeatedly avowing emotion
Fervent kisses are only measure we need
To perceive the flow of our mortality
As a moment suspended, forgotten
In a life where nothing but love matters.
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