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You whispered sweet words in my ear,
of love, like breezes that come at dawn,
suggestive and so exciting they rise,
caressing my soul, my being in surrender.
Your lips, soft breeze on my neck,
drew caresses of fire and love;
each kiss, a verse, each touch, a sparkle,
while from your gaze I drank my ardour.
In the twilight, the world is still,
there are only your eyes, the moon and me,
your words float, time challenges itself,
in the echo of the wind, love whispers.