A moment of tingling fingertips.
A heart that beats in rhyme with mine,
A drum that shifts the sands of time.
Some chord with perfect melody,
A spirit to run free with me,
To grasp the tendrils of my flame,
To make me feel almost insane.
A force to defy common sense,
To break down any stupid fence.
That makes me want to shout with awe,
And leaves me feeling more than raw.
I want someone to do the time,
Resulting from our perfect crime.
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