Madness of Desire

 In midday's heat
Time seems to stand still;
As our passed and
Rediscovered passion
Enfolds us deeply.

In the madness
Of desire and the power
To absorb one another,
Fills the air,
With exhilaration.

Our thrusting bodies,
Drenched in sweet delights
In a bed with cotton sheets,
Kissed by bits of sun:
We danced,
With the breeze
Of a dying spring,
In midday's heat
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