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Your lips are an unreachable dream, a longing that cradles my sleepless soul, your kisses, ghosts that wander fleetingly, tease my longings with their silent absence.
In the twilight of my endless nights, I invoke you with the desperation of a thirsty one, but your caresses are distant mirages that merciless reality snatches from me.
My desires burn with the passion of a thousand suns, yearning to melt their souls with you, but your sighs are lost in the mist, denying me the nectar that mitigates this drought.
I am a butterfly fluttering aimlessly, seeking those flowers of unknown honey, your lips are my oasis in this desert, the longed-for refuge for my nomadic soul.
Come to me, beloved unknown, let me discover you, let my kisses rescue you from eternal oblivion, and together we weave a symphony of passions, where at last your lips will seal this infinite thirst.