Time contours our time together.
It cuts the spaces between us.
It sticks the injuries,
healing our bruises.
Scars are the evidence of our achievement,
As time enfolds it reveals our love,
it burns like fire so pleasurably,
the passion so strong.
Like magnets we stick so strong,
our hands caressing each elongation,
back and forth our movements,
increasing euphoria so invigorating,
devouring each other like lions,
the cascading rhythmic beatings,
each uprising breathing,
our passionate melody.
life indeed so pleasurably.
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