If I had to describe his temptation,
words alone would withdraw to this creation.
I've never seen his eyes before
and still, a coincidence.
I've never touched his skin as more
as I think, still a coincidence.
I've never kissed his lips or
wondering..... still a coincidence.
Of all my memories beheld to erase,
A coincidence stood still to be faced,
A sweet coincidence, a dark coincidence..
A dream, never did I believe...
For all of my senses percieve,
And my feelings are still to boil,
Wishing sweetness never to be spoiled.
But I know.... I'll never ever forget it,
It, It, It, a still coincidence.
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