Timing Is Everything
We kept circling the room like adroit skeletons
Around the turbulent senses tossed about
But with desire bulging, remote concerns drifted
There was no other moment
Time could expand
To reach its pinnacle
Devout and mysterious
Life offered its feather wings
So lovers could take aim
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