The pressure,
I do more than allow,
My heart,
Surly won the race by now,
Your touch,
Is my seraphic state,
Our breath,
As it lingers in twined,
My passion abounds ingrate.
We sway,
Hearts still aligned,
As I suspire,
You let me drift away.
Gaining speed,
Silence now blusters.
I grasp,
You take the lead.
Forcing so gently,
With hidden accede.
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