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Your fine lips are my downfall,
a subtle fire that burns on my skin,
whispers of moon, caress of sun,
sin and miracle in the same brush.
When the wind blows, it brings your voice,
soft melody that moves my being,
each word, an atrocious sweet,
a spell that floods my nightfall.
I close my eyes, I see you in my mind,
dance of shadows that wants to be born.
Your laughs are echoes, a latent bond,
a game of souls that tastes like pleasure.
Are you a dream, a fleeting whim?
The breeze that blows on my face of love.
In the starry night, I search for you boldly,
paths of fire that ignite pain.