A soft, warm kiss ignited the flame,
the friction of lips like flaming flint,
sparks of passion gushed unceasingly,
and their clothes burned, unable to stop.
In desperation, they tore off their garments,
burning in a fire that had no amendment,
the incendiary passion enveloped them,
in a devouring fire that consumed them.
And so, under the shelter of passionate love,
they found themselves naked, with nothing beside them,
wrapped in the fire of desire and passion,
until the cold winter lost its reason.
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