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Make love, not a battle,
but a serene, divine encounter.
The body can speak, it can also be silent,
the skin can seek sweet contact,
but the soul, ah, the soul,
is a journey that requires a pact.
Fleeting sex, a game, an instant,
can happen without the flame of love,
but true longing is constant,
and in her arms you feel the clamour.
Caress your essence, touch your depth,
in every kiss a poem, in every touch a song,
that love is more than just need,
it is heaven on earth, it is pure, it is holy.
Make love with the one who understands your essence,
with whom your glances become a bridge,
who breathes your fears and embraces your absence,
that is the lover who loves fully.