Without peace. Thoughts burning
All for you. Dreams of love churning
"Come to me" cries out the pure
Fleeting attraction inter more
Guided light before our connection
First contact the soul detection
Surreal images in dead transcendence
Singularity in shadows of resemblance
Sweating in anticipation of her returning
Late at night an hour glass new burning
Our orthogonal erotic shameless thirst
A chemical release of dopamine burst
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