Visions of breathless cries
Passionate whispers,
Echoes of tender endearments,
Sights of the tortured faces of ecstasy,
Soft moans of desire,
And our names in silent screams...

Knowing we can be hurt
And not even caring if we are
Because we are worth the risk!
Love has so little to do with this,
But delirious pleasure certainly does -
And both of us feeling so alive!

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