Escalation
First eyes stared, and the air was filled with mystery.
The senses grew acute; there was certain chemistry.
Slowly they opened up, and things were progressive.
Quickly things began to transform; they became obsessive.
They went wild, they went restless, and they were desperate.
Ultimately, trust prevailed; there was commitment, and they were committed.
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