A heartbeat is heared
in the breath of night,
beats of passion
in the depths of the night.
Kisses long forgotten,
memories truned to dust long ago,
heart's desire the returning of love's first kiss.
Perfumed skin, silken lips,
with loving hips,
grinding on passions
that slip.
Into the night two lover's dine,
on a bed of roses and wine.
Love slowly became a sweet Valentine.
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