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We are lunatic lovers, poets lost on an infinite island of white sand. Our bodies melt under the spell of the full moon, sailors in an ocean of endless desire.
Time dissolves, the waves cradle our ecstasy, as we dance the eternal cadence of love. Your eyes are the stars that guide my traveling soul in this sublime search for buried harmonies.
When winter covers our nest with frost, your caresses are the bonfire that lights my dreams. Even in absence, you are the warm lap where I long to lay my being, hermit poet.
In wakefulness or deep sleep, you are my inspiration, the melody that frees my verses. Until the moon summons us again to lie naked on its eternal sandy beach.