I felt the chill of a fleeting moment,
   Caught in a blur of time.
Too quick to believe
   The experience of flash passion,
The play of fire.

Rolling warm and cool,
The motion of every moment,
   Filled with the flow of liquid bliss
      That accelerates the flooding,
Over and over,
   Pulling down,
Disappearing in a flash.

Should we be together again …

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