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No friend no foe;
only love can tiptoe.
Just the two of us;
normalcy is at a loss.
Light on the low;
only the heat can glow.
Seems we're making fire;
the glitters of a sapphire.
The loud hiss of kisses;
sanity torn into pieces.
Bodies sound like slaps;
seems like melodious flaps.
The making of moans;
the modulation of groans.
Sweat moves in floods;
it gushes like fresh blood.
The intervention of calm;
subtle like lines of psalm.
The return of sanity;
life is total vanity.