A zing to the air...
the first breath of that mystical dream.
Not that you realize
just when you begin to love.
A zest for life
and all that tingles within
when the electric touch of love
sparkles in your eyes.
Beads of sweat in the aftermath
of love between the sheets
in the heated touch of skin
and the trembling of lips...
A flight of fancy to roads un-trod,
a dance of lights, shadows, fire
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