passion, fever raises
your naked body provokes
I touch your hand
moving in rhythm
the inner beat of our hearts
first movement written
following the scales
melody in harmony
moving crescendo
drums beat in my head
my breath ragged, comes shorter
your eyes explore mine
melding in one song
our willow worldly concert
a hymn to joy
culmination
sated we drift in silence
on the stream of time
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