Rated
in every caress,
aching for the forbidden secret,
in exquisite agony.
During palpable silence,
in a blink of a second,
the world changes mode.
Like the breeze in the storm,
on the way out,
igniting the icicle.
Where one ends another begins,
that soul knows not.
A timeless continuum,
this primeval innocence.
In the background: Tune
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