Your inner thigh,
with moist desire,
tempting me.

And an aroused
multiplication of
neural firings.

Neutron stars.

Your gaze
meets mine;
and in this
stoppage
of time;

Our lips touch,
as if
for the first time,
where words

Proclaim unity.

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Your inner thigh,
with moist desire,
tempting me.

And an aroused
multiplication of
neural firings.

Neutron stars.

Your gaze
meets mine;
and in this
stoppage
of time;

Our lips touch,
as if
for the first time,
where words

Proclaim unity.

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