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Slow-dancing
Fingers touching
Wispy sighs on your lips.
Tiny figures
Subtle pleasures
Your hand on my hip.
Who could defy a thousand hearts
Streaming from the sky?
Who could ignore the reddish sun
that's coming from your eyes?
Pastel colours
Whisper forever
When your skin burns against mine
I am suspended in time.