If on a certain timeline
Appeared a passing, lonely day;
A day when the first rays
Would land on your breasts
And slowly make way to my eyes;
A day when my senses
Would open to a curve on your lips;
A day when your fingers
Would caress my newly born face;
A day when bodies would form
And deform on tunes of emotion;
When loving you and loving me
Would be the one truth, unification.
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