In a dance of love, we move under the cheats,
like two gods drawn to each other,
skips our heart in beats.
It scours the body,
it devours the soul,
it pours so much love,
that it's without our control,
and than it ends in the night at 4 am,
leaving us blissfully in a state of zen.
© Duncan Mitchel
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