A moment of silence, a pleasure of a glance,
Fragrance in the air, hearts in a trance.
Lips are quiet, but eyes speak a thousand tales,
Distances fade, as heartbeats set sail.
The solitude of night, the magic of this hour,
A journey of souls, a passion in power.
Gently he approached, in a soft embrace,
The silent touch held a tender grace.
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