Passion A tender kiss A gentle caress A candle burns The music plays But within the mind these things slip away As time passes by And we lose track of time We slip into another state of mind With skin on skin, two bodies become one To feel and to touch is what they yearn And when it is over They both dread to return To the everyday life from which they come

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