There's a soft breeze,
In the sullen atmosphere,
Of a dreamy day,
I set my gaze towards you,
Eyes locked in unshakeable stare,
Your body movement is fluid to mine,
Your hands corrupt my body in ways I could never imagine,
Caught in a moment of interpretive dance,
My mind wanders to yours,
Tingling with anticipation,
Of the first brush of our cheeks,
Our first spoken words.
Oh, we're just two lovers, caught in a storm.
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