Let's make a magic;
pains obviously not tragic.
A circus for two;
the couch will do.
The reflex closing of the eyes;
pleasure remains the sole price.
An open mouth without words;
the striking of a sensuous chord.
The persistence of a grip.
The tangling of hips.
The flow of sweet sweat;
an ocean made from droplets.
An orchestrated rhythm;
the chant of a sensual hymn.
A communication with silence;
comprehension is of essence.
A magic has been made.
Memories that'll never fade.
The exchange of smiles;
happiness arranged in piles.
By Mc Shapiro
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