The birds will cease perching
Hearts of men will stop beating
Yet my heart will not stop yearning
What your bosom hides
Right now, the dreams fly away
Seeking your tongue
Admiring your simmering touch
Yearning more of it right now
Right now I am suspended in a reverie
Thinking about the good times
The memory etched on my skin
By your magic fingertips
Right now I am alone in vast
Lonely world,
Yet in the midst of people
Their noises drowned by your kiss
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