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Your voice trickles like a stream
Drop by drop, word by word
Our intimate whispers condense
Into disoriented tear drops
Tracing zigzag patterns
Upon the velvet of our skins
Warm limbs cling together
Interlocked in clashing emotions
Pushed and pulled by waves of desire
Then soothed by those phrases
Which roll off our tongues
To moisten quivering lips
Provoking a delirium of pleasure
For what are lovers’ vows
If not incantations filled with ecstasy.
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