We’ve met; we hold out hands.
They clench and tighten, tight.
Love’s spirit understands
How they can clench all night.

Hands clenched, they pull us in.
We are alone; lips part.
Mouth on mouth, we both win
The other’s loving heart.

Our bodies lock as one;
The combination’s spun.
We love, there is no doubt,
And love will not get out.

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