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You

I love you so that it hurts in chest.
My lips exploding with flames.
I pressed them fervently to yours; our ribs
Are tightly twisted and follow the game.

This sense when I'm dissolving into you.
I would give everything for that.
Feel like the color of your blood is blue.
You're tempting me like pussycat.

I'm reveling into your smell
Afraid of getting captured by the eyes.
But if it happened, I would not rebel
Being in love with your translucent skin during moonrise.

I want you so that it hurts in spine.
Two shadows dancing in the night.
You left track of your lipstick on the glass of wine.
Hot aura provokes our passion to ignite.

The dark – ambassador of lust.
It willingly engulfs our minds.
Dim moonlight plays with air full of dust.
 An inward hurricane gets giant.

We're moving with the rhythm of our hearts.
Their beating seems to be so loud.
I wonder how we could be so long apart.
Two lonely souls lost each other in a crowd.

Like drowning in lustrous locks
Of your dark brown splendid hair.
My mind's listening to rock,
But body's motions perfectly match the gentle voice you wear.

Electric current's flowing through our skin –
It's bond only death can sever.
The gleam of dawn; new morning's out to begin.
Oh, Night! Could you not finish ever?
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