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Unseen and hidden from every eye,
the darkness seems to be a place to lie.
Yet each touch so slow and steady makes
the fire within me ablaze,
Rough hands, soft skin touches together,
and heaven is met by just a gaze.
The fainting light of the moon which seems to be
the only witness,
to a passion filled dance performed
by two hearts that are restless.
Now that all is bare and souls stripped clean,
Every craving is another sin.