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Night fell, dark and powerful,
with its shadows, temptation arrived,
our perfidious demons,
awakened in the room.
We were not shy, we had no shame,
every whisper was a burning fire,
our bodies met,
in a dance of burning souls.
Our skin became a canvas,
drawing a map of desire,
our caresses were verses,
of a poem that is never ugly.
We forgot the outside world,
only you and I existed,
fears turned to vapour
and in the darkness became passion.