Are you my breath?
Or does the air breathe you?
It is as if the Moon has cast its spell
and silken strands of seductive light
caressed our hearts with passion's flight.
We should not allow ourselves to yield;
and yet we cannot hold ourselves back.
For one moment in this magic night
has captured our desires like no other.
Touch burns on our skin.
Kiss scalds our lips with fever.
If this is to be our one chance
let it be with every hungry moment
eaten-up with pleasured bliss.
For tonight you have become my breath
and the air has breathed out you and I.
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