Dream World
Your silken skin, trembling to the touch
A scent of sandalwood, wafts as to soar
Your pant, accentual-syllabic verse
Beat ever faster, no ration of time
Awkward moments as two become one
An everlasting symphony of fire
Quenched, after the crescendo of the night
Descending from a dream all in my mind
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