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My worried heartbeat,
nervous in my chest,
races at the theory,
of skin upon skin,
as night leaves cold
kisses upon the naked sin.
Here I go,I fall again,
I stumble,
and it all ends,
This mad, sweet delusion,
Playing in my head.
The moment is gone,
brushed away with the wind,
to softly float,
with lover's lost desires
to rest for ever in the
sky's secret mumble.