Love’s trail
As the heartbeats rise
Lips cling to one another
To the depths of skies
Kissing cheek to cheek
In expectation of climax
Rhythm reaches peak
Passion in progress
Moans and groans reach fervent pitch
Making lust regress
Love is no reason
For the adoring embrace
When warmth is risen
Males and the females
Each playing romantic role
For common regales
Making memoirs
By feeling free making love
Like singing choirs
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