Childhood's End
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| Childhood echoes: finding our rhythm in a world full of strings. |
A Playful Prelude to Passion's Flame
A childish game, a prelude to desire,
Jumping ropes, a spark, a playful fire,
Igniting passions wild and ecstasy.
The grassy field, a soft and emerald stage,
Where bodies intertwine in sweet embrace.
With every touch, a turning of the page,
A story written, on love's sacred space.
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| Sometimes, the magic of childhood is the only thing that keeps us grounded. |
Two Souls Entwined on Love's Emerald Stage
Kisses ignite, like fireworks in the sky,
As nature's beauty, fuels the burning flame.
The gentle breeze, a lover's lullaby,
As passion's tempest, calls out your name.
So let us dance, this playful, sensual art,
Two souls entwined, forever from the start.


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