His look, his touch, without warning.
Its night, but bringing the heat of morning.
His lips and mine, hot and searing.
An interruption, the only to bring fearing.
Two bodies, now one, emit heat of the sun.
He is my bullet and I his gun.
At last, we merge, passions higher and
higher.
Our heat as one an eternal fire.
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