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Dancing to the rhythm of the music of the heart,
heat rises as our embrace tightens.
Eyes lock telling each other the depth
of passion this moment brings.
Swaying gently to the music only we can hear,
cheeks softly brush starting a blaze.
Lips meet, souls erupt sending shivers
running through one body to the next.
Hands begin to drift, caressing flesh,
as tongues touch for the first moment
feeling the heat of desires rise.
A sweet demand that fills the soul.
Kisses drift down the neck
and whispers of our appetites’ bloom.
Sparks ignite infernos all around us,
the rhythm of the music cannot be denied.
Passions detonate, desires explode;
in fluid motion we become one,
embracing our fullest potential
from vibrations of unimpaired perfection.
The dance of love is a mystic power
allowing passions to finally be released.
A union of two hearts entwined into one soul
for a brief moment that lasts a lifetime.
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