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Our lips dance to a beautiful beat

as I move in to taste you.

God, you're as sweet

as the early morning dew.

Our hands intertwine

as my heart rate slows.

Our thoughts align

and our love grows.

Our voices carry

through the city noise 

as we try not to tarry,

instead being poise.

My fingers break from yours

and my heart skips

for I know you to be the best of my cures.