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Our eyes lock,
bewilderment of fate,
crossing our minds.

Hands pulse,
transferring energy,
can’t keep track of the time.

All perspectives
rotate in circles.

We float down and back,
a tornado of emotions exploding.

Hands start to wander,
in this heat of passion.

As the strings of my fingers,
seep into you; I pull away
you arch your back; yearning
for this puppet show of lust.

We lay, breathless
in this unified fit of enchantment.

Both our eyes are paralyzed
with a mirror broken by treasure.

We melt into
each others arms.

Hearts thaw,
flowers consume the room.